I’ve been living in the same house for seven years. I love this house. The living room has these great columns that made me fall in love with the house. The kitchen is a great size and has soft close drawers. My bedroom is big and I have a guest room that I use as a sewing room. While the house has a few structural and design flaws (it had termites and the bathroom is terribly small), I really love this house. It’s comfy, cozy, and for the most part, fits me to a “T”.
There’s just one problem. It isn’t mine.
I rent this house and every couple of years, I get very frustrated with that fact. I constantly dream of owning a home; a cute little house with a small yard. A house that I can individualize with a bright yellow front door and fill with all of my favorite things.
I need to stop doing that to myself.
I need to change my mindset.
Just because I don’t own this house doesn’t mean that I can’t make it my own. I can’t put a yellow door on it, but I can certainly paint a wall or two and unpack that last box that holds a few of my sentimental belongings. I definitely can unclutter a few areas so that I don’t feel stressed in my house.
I am working on shaking the notion that the current status quo isn’t good enough and being more thankful for the space that I inhabit.