larger-than-life

inspira,

thanks for sharing your work-in-progress. i love taking peeks at others' WIP, they assure me that it's alright not to get caught up... i've been thinking a lot about possessions. the many homes that we've visited have, time and again, reinforced the idea that we (E and I) need to declutter, to lose that sentimentality we tend to place on objects. If we love our space, we need to be ruthless about abandoning possessions. If we love our home, we need to consciously keep it spic-and-span so it breathes and flourishes as itself - space. i've been feeling anxious about the future - the uncertainty of when E and myself would be living together, of employment and income and of when we'll finally start a family of our own. to quell the vacillation between being optimistic about the future and the uneasiness of not knowing "what's next", i poured my energy into looking for a home - willing myself that if i can just find a nest, that if i can just make one thing certain, life will be much better. i was wrong - or am beginning to think that i'm wrong. the state of uncertainty is not something that we are new to, it's something that we are sick of. we haven't grown out of it, we just want to avoid it. but having nothing (being "homeless") gives us a chance to face up to our own vulnerability - how do we cope with wealth and possessions as a couple? do we need our own roof to start a family? how do we cope with our relationship when we have little to begin with? do we support each other to pursue our own dreams even if the path we decide to tread on brings in a trickle of an income? i've come to learn (once again) that possessions (a house, furniture, wardrobe space) have assumed a larger-than-life significance, love needs to prevail.

p.s. when are you inviting me over to your chateau? (*drumming my fingers*)

love always,
exp