But it is the way it is, it's the modern way of life - social interaction is limited to social media and whatsapp conversations, whilst we cruise the interweb for interesting tit-bits and bargains on Amazon. I can't wait until we're got our own home with a garden, and my own room! I like to potter about in the garden - like mother, like daughter - in our current flat, I have a little collection of pots on a windowsill and that's about as exciting as it gets. There is always the dream of having a room of my own, to fill with all my little things that I love - Sean has a gaming room, I should get a little corner of piece and quiet. Remove most of the technology, fill the room with light and crystals, books and music - that's how I picture my room.
A quiet meditation like affair, painted in soft shades of magnolia, soft shimmering gold, pale pebble grey and long white flowing curtains - Great Gatsby-esque, you know the scene.
I furnish and un-furnish the room constantly, adding delicate accessories, new pictures and then changing it all round as my mood changes. Should I have a desk or should I go desk-less? Is it better feng shui to have a desk facing outwards, to be sitting with your back against the wall or is it better to have the desk against the wall? It's a constant stream of doing and un-doing - it is perhaps very Great Gatsby-esque, building a picture of something up in your mind to the extent that the reality can never live up to it?
When I was younger I thought it'd be exciting to be allowed to do my own food shopping, buy what I want to buy. This is less exciting now than I thought, but now buying furniture and home accessories is exciting. Thankfully, I don't have any friends that don't like candles - otherwise they may be un-friended! Kidding... seriously kidding... Is it an age thing? I think it must be. When furniture shopping, buying baking trays and searching for the perfect bedding set is an ultimate goal. Definitely an age thing.
Anyways, I think I'm going to end it there - my mind has mused itself to an end and into a tired stupor. So goodnight to you all, pleasant musings.