For years now I have lived out of my parents’ home. Starting at 18 in a shared student house, moving to student halls from 19, a tiny studio aged 23 and finally to our current rented house at 25. I’m not sure at what point I lost my sense of home comfort. It may have been simply from moving around so much. Or maybe it was when I threw things out after difficult breakups that I didn’t want reminders of. Perhaps it was from not being in my family home environment, with the security of having my parents there. I’m also not entirely sure why it has taken me so long to realise that this has been happening.
In general I have been happy, in general I have felt safe, and in general I thought the elements of my living spaces worked well together. One thing I’m now sure of, though, is that recently I started to notice all of the things that I used to enjoy. Things that I have thrown out at various points. I started to miss all of my little home comforts. Walking past the trinkets that made up my life everyday. Finding old boxes holding countless gems that brought back happy memories. Looking into my wardrobe and knowing that I definitely had something to put together that I would feel confident in.
It is so important to live in a way that makes you feel comfortable and happy. I used to love when my older sister was asked to sort through her room. She always kept everything, and I was the lucky little sister who got her grown-up makeup and her pretty diaries that she had bought and never used. I used to hold on to those things and feel so content because she gave them to me. I’m not saying that becoming a hoarder and ending up having to go on the dreaded TV show where they have to re-do your entire house is ideal, but just don’t stop yourself from enjoying the memories that certain little things bring back to you.
Finding Happiness, The Pursuit of Comfort
So the focus has now shifted to building myself back up, allowing myself to enjoy the things that I own rather than feeling guilty about having them. Stopping myself from thinking about how our house ‘should’ look and instead how I want it to look has made me feel so much more creative. Letting go off the unnecessary guilt of having random photos and memories everywhere has made my confidence soar. I love having my own comforts in life and, what’s more, I deserve them.
What are your favourite keepsakes? What are your favourite self-care techniques? I’d love to know, please leave a comment below! Also, you can find out more about me in my Liebster Award post!