Designing My Next Chapter
This isn't really a decorating project. It's a life project.
Ever since I signed the lease, my Pinterest algorithm has become absolutely convinced that I am only interested in coastal interiors.
To be fair, that’s not entirely wrong.
I have spent the last several months saving inspiration photos, researching furniture, building Pinterest boards, creating Notes app lists, and generally thinking way too much about things like coffee tables and bar stools. If there is a support group for people who have opened the same sofa listing seventeen times just to make sure they still like it, please point me in that direction.
Naturally, after I announced my move to Wilmington, people wanted to know more about the house and how I plan to decorate it. And while I promise there will be plenty of home updates once I actually get there, I’ve realized something surprising throughout this process. This isn’t really a decorating project.
It’s a life project.
The closer I get to moving, the less I’ve been thinking about furniture and the more I’ve been thinking about what I want my life to feel like.
A few weeks ago, I had a realization that genuinely caught me off guard. I’ve never actually had a home that was entirely mine. Not once.
I’ve had roommates. I’ve shared spaces. I’ve lived in family homes. I’ve lived in furnished places that belonged to someone else. Even when I technically was living on my own, there were always other people’s preferences, lifestyles, schedules, or belongings woven into the equation somewhere. This will be the first time in my life that every single room belongs entirely to me.
