Nesting

As I started to share with others that my marriage was ending and that I was going to be the one leaving the matrimonial home and having to rent a place, a stream of generosity poured forth to me. This generosity took the form of practical, household items being offered to me by friends and acquaintances. Among items given to me were a television, a sofa, a microwave, and a coffee table, to name a few. I could not afford to furnish my home by purchasing new items (or, even used items for that matter) so this outpouring of generosity was much appreciated and needed. Of course, I did have to supplement with items found at yard sales and local second hand stores. Being a woman of a certain age, living in a fairly affluent neighbourhood (albeit, in a rental apartment in an old house), it took some getting used to. I had not expected to be “here” at this time in my life, nestled amid gently used Ikea furniture and “vintage” finds. It felt like a step backward. 

What changed my perspective was when my youngest son commented on how cozy it felt at my place. He was right! It was cozy! It was comfortable! I now look at my surroundings with new eyes. Those Ikea shelves hold books that mean something to me, books I had learned from. The bed I have on loan is where I sleep peacefully. Those donated lamps create a soft, soothing evening atmosphere. That funky chair in the corner, that I drove an hour to get to, complements my aesthetic and I didn’t need to check in with anyone else about bringing it into my home. This is my space. My nest. It is filled with items I’ve curated or that people who care about me have supplied me with. It is full of warmth and love. And it is mine.

Create the space you want and you need. Let people help you. You don’t have to spend a lot of money. Focus on what brings you joy (Colour? Scents? Plants? Lighting?).  Your home is what greets you at the end of the day. It can be a warm hug when you need it most.