Home is Who You Are – A Museum of Me

Moving house is a massive ordeal.  I have been packing now for two days, I have about 40+ boxes between my hallway, spare room, and pantry, yet I still feel as though I’ve barely made any progress.  I still have a lot of things sitting around on the surface that I can see, making me feel as though there is still a long way to go.  As usual, my lists have followed.  Why is it that we only focus on what we see on the surface?

You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, or so my husband reminds me.  It’s ok to display your contents on the outside, it’s ok not to display a picture perfect image of what you want people to think you are.  I have posted before about posting on social media of a life we wish to display to others, but I am someone who wears everything on my sleeve, who is very much “what you see is what you get.”  I would like to say I’m down to earth, open and too honest sometimes, not in a rude way, but I don’t consider anything off limits when I’m around family and friends.  I would like to think I don’t display an image of what I want people to think I am, I am exactly as you see.  A dag, I don’t have a trendy bone in my body, but I am friendly, caring and considerate.  What is wrong with that?

I often get annoyed at how people treat social media as a place to be someone they want others to think they are, a place to identify with what they want to be, where they aren’t displaying who they really are.  I used to share everything, ups and downs, asked for facebookadvice etc but I came to the conclusion that people are incredibly judgemental.  As the years have gone on (I have matured), and various personal circumstances with friends and family I have come to the conclusion that I don’t need anyone else’s approval, I just need to have my own happiness (something else I learned from doing the happiness resolution).  I used to try to please other people, to do what I thought was expected, but I have come to realise that I can make my own happiness.  On social media I share things I think others would be interested in, I keep my life for real interactions, and I actually “catch up” with my friends since they can’t read what I am doing on facebook.  We don’t rely on others to approve of what we are doing, to be impressed with us because they will like us for who we are regardless of what we have achieved, however they may share our achievements with us.

My home at the moment resembles me perfectly, although I am not comfortable with the mess, who is?  I am living with my belongings on the outside, as much as I live with my feelings and thoughts on the outside.  I am in the process of a transition, and that is obvious both by talking to me and by visiting me in my home.  I am about to commence night shift so this event of disarray isn’t about to go away anytime soon, but I will get through it.

Moving house is a massive inconvenience, it produces an opportunity to look at who you are as you uncover all of your history, you see where you have come from if you’re like me and hold onto things for nostalgic reasons.  It relies on you handling everything you own, deciding how much you need it, and parting with the things you have decided no longer have a place in your home.  But, how do you decide what you really need to survive with?  My husband and I are about to move into a shared house so that we can either save or build a house (we will find out soon), but part of this process means we have to put everything we don’t need into storage.  As we are sorting through our belongings I am starting to realise how much clutter we have, things we associate with that we store and never use, but that we know is there.  I have boxes and boxes in the hallway of books, we have either read and won’t read again, or what we have never read, I also have many boxes of Tupperware I have packed up thinking I won’t need to live with.  Leaving the questions, what do we really need, and why did we think we needed these things?  The simple answer is that we buy these things because we think they will provide happiness, out of convenience or enjoyment.

 

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About myhousewifelifeblog

I am a nurse by trade, and a traditional "de facto" housewife by nature. Constantly seeking a more organised existence. I like to cook, sew and play my keyboard. I try to keep my house organised but I've not yet mastered this, and I am endeavouring to reach my image of ultimate organisation at home. I'm not sure if it's possible, but I'll give it a go.
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