For reasons that are slightly too complicated to explain (and really not all that interesting), when I moved out from my last apartment into my current (adorable) abode, I took very, very little along with me. Think mattress on the floor, grandmother's big ol' cooking pot and my clothes kind of little.
Since then, 2.5 years later, I am still sans many a "normal" household item. At first my delay in filling up my happy new space was simply a matter of finances; picking and choosing what to add, when, came down to strictly numbers and absolute necessities. It was a good lesson, actually. I became acutely aware of each dollar earned and spent and learned what was really important to me (cough cough, travel, cough cough) and how that affected my finances. I lived simply, but deliberately.
Also, if I'm honest, I think there was always an underlying...hmm...not quite fear, per se, but just awareness of an ever present state of impermanence. I had moved so much over the course of 5 years that the idea of investing in one singular home that would inevitably leave me at a loss (oh the meaning behind that...my coach would have a field day....as B would say, "should I call T and tell her you're coming in hot?!") didn't quite appeal to me.
But my rolling stone soul is feeling particularly settled in this space. Having almost moved again a few months ago, my love for this tiny home has expanded to fill every wood-floored corner, and I'm ready to fill in the gaps to make this sacred space even more cozy, functioning and welcoming. Pending any big changes, I will most likely spend the remainder of my SF days here in this home--a fact which both excites and soothes me.
So last night I popped into the William Sonoma store I live above (I know, talk about torture on a daily basis!) and spent a whopping $9.95 on a set of basic 4 grip-cutting boards. The kitchen is my main project now; building up an artillery of supplies to help me prepare nourishing foods for my body and soul is project #1. It's a good investment, I think. Because I have managed to go without so many small appliances and tools (ie a cutting board) I know which items will really be used and which I can pass on, tucking those few extra monies into my travel savings for my next big adventure.
Ahhh, slicing my avocado was especially satisfying last night.
It really is the little things, you know, that sometimes stand for so much.