"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
I think I found it! A means to maintain that dream of traveling, a springboard to continue growing my small business, a haven to rest between stints of changing the world. Okay, I’m not sure if it’s all that… But I did find a studio to move into this weekend!
You may now join me in the Happy Dance if you feel so inclined. Okay, we’re done now.
It’s in town, an easy bike ride to my favorite spots in Bellingham, close to the highway for ease of getting to work, it’s a standalone “house” essentially and complete with a front yard so I really do have my own space at long last. And because it’s small, it’s relatively inexpensive so I can be putting even more funds toward travel! Ah, bliss…
I’ve been looking for a place for several weeks. The first place I was planning to move into didn’t work out at the last minute so it was back to searching. Housing and transportation issues tend to stress me out, as evidenced by the multiple cold sores on my face and inside my mouth. You probably didn’t want to know that… Anyway, big sigh of relief from this quarter!
Now it’s on to the downsizing. Going from a large one bedroom (plus “storage room”) setup to a very cozy studio is going to require some paring down. I started looking at minimalist living techniques and ideas. And I may incorporate some of this when I sort through my things. Lean living and a little less materialism sounds wonderful to me. But I still like my aesthetics, my jewel tone decor palette, my vintage wall art, and covering the walls with texture and fabrics. White walls and a few dorm room-esque pieces of furniture just aren’t appealing and that was a lot of what I saw from minimalists. So I’ll soon embark on the adventure of lean living in a small space with beauty. Wish me luck!
There were a couple of years that I spent living out of a suitcase. It seemed like I moved around every 6 months or so. And honestly, I liked only having two duffle bags worth of belongings. It made life simple and easy. There was also the appeal of knowing I could embark on the next travel adventure at a moment’s notice. So buying a car nearly put me into a panic from feeling “settled”. Getting a one year lease? That was downright frightening! And buying a couch was… well, it took me a long time to get around to that. Mind you, I’m a steady old soul, very responsible, somewhat predictable, and a big fan of consistency. But even if I am pretty reliable there’s something I love about knowing I can always take off.
My old ways are coming back to me with a vengeance. Just the though of getting rid of “stuff” has me nearly giddy with euphoria. It all brings me back to that free feeling again. I may still not be up for a leave-taking anytime soon, but I like being a little more removed from materialism and consumerism. That’s worth making the move to a smaller space for me.
So on to living with less to have a more full life!