We are moving into our new apartment in a few days and I am so happy that we will finally be back in our own place and back on our own schedule. Our back door will go right out onto a beautiful green yard with a nice little playground a quick skip away. I'm going to be making a trip to get some plants and colorful pots soon, and bring a little green life inside. Man, it was a rough couple of months, and I wasn't exactly sure how things were going to work out, but they did... they really did. I'm happy. I don't need much to be happy and content, and God provides.
Lately, I've been craving an even simpler life. We don't possess much... I see the culture of consumerism as a rope that really holds us down. But even through the things we do own (you know, those things we don't really need but it's nice to have), and the constant desire to want more more more, I feel like I'm going against what I really want in life. I'll admit, it's hard for me to pass the coffee at Starbucks and just drink it from home, or to not buy the bright red vintage pot even though we have like, three pots at home. I've been seeing that even though we don't buy a lot of stuff, the desire to have stuff is there. Just because I'm buying stuff at thrift stores, and I may be reducing my footprint on the earth, but I'm still contributing to the spirit of consumerism. I want my children to know there is more to having a good time than going out to eat and browsing the aisles of a thrift store.
But anyway, I'm more of a realist than a dreamer, but I can't squash the desire to purge and then travel and I definitely want a life more full of experiences than things. Damnit, I've been sleeping on an air mattress for a year, and clearly, I'm fine. And let me tell you, when barefoot season begins I can't suppress the pseudo-hippie in me (you know, the one created by Fern Gully, Bambi, and The Secret Garden. Thanks, the 90s.) So every day I'll half-jokingly tell my husband, "I want to sell everything and live in an RV." And every day, he'll half-jokingly reply, "Okay. Let's do it." But then there are bills, and the fact that we kind of need some sort of income, and the piano he bought me for mother's day last year (at a thrift store) that wouldn't really go with the whole RV thing. But I guess we'll figure it out. It's the journey, not the destination, right? I guess I've got quite a lot of my journey to go. That's encouraging. I'm okay with it thus far.