Home is where the heart is.

Recently I’ve been going though a hibernation/ redecorating period of sorts. It seems that I’ve traded fashion for furniture. I don’t know how this has happened but more and more friends are pointing out this very big change, mostly with tones of alarm.

This change has been referred to in a disgusted and repulsed manner as “Nesting”! But I honestly don’t see what the problem is.

Yes, I’m calling it a night after dinner with drinks, rather than a quick nibble to eat before copious amounts of drinking and getting home at or seconds before sunrise.

Yes, I happen to be guilty of Outfit Repeating, and I would much rather spend my Saturday morning brunching then scouring antique stores than scouring the packed shops for something passable to wear out that night.

Yes, my obsession for the perfect coffee table is getting a little out of hand, and yes I have been chased out of an antique store for referring to the coffee tables on offer as “too Super Amart”.

(This is the EXACT coffee table I want)

I am aware of the rather large back flip my life has taken in recent months, and I have to say it has been refreshing. Big nights out in frequent succession are a thing of the past. Given my behaviour on my last big night out, I think it’s for the best! I remember all too clearly what if feels like to wake up on a Saturday morning (or afternoon as the case generally was) and wanting to drink an Olympic sized swimming pool of blue Poweraid and also die simultaneously. It’s nice to wake up and know I still have a whole day of nothing ahead of me!

One of my friends thinks a man is the answer to all this “Nesting”. She is revolted at the thought of me slipping into middle age early, (her only basis for this middle age jab is my love of antiquing) and she thinks I need a red blooded male to snap me back to my mid 20’s. But I have to say, recently, there have been slim pickings on man front. I’ve been warned by my late 20’s friends that this is what your mid 20’s are all about. If their prediction is true, I will take an 18th century silky oak sideboard cabinet over any of the guys my friend has in mind to help me “snap”, any day!

With my eye on the prize of moving back to New York ASAP, I would rather furrow my pennies away than drinking and shopping them away. I’m unsure as to how long I am going to be here in limbo, saving for the big move, but while I’m here its best to make the most of things. I do not see anything wrong in spending a little low key quality time with my friends conversing rather than screaming over loud beats and redecorating the space I inhabit, with mother, in an effort to make our often strenuous living arrangement a little nicer.

For the time being I’m content to nest a little more, at least until the main living is complete. And who knows, perhaps after publishing this, I will go on a wild bender and the girl of so many months ago inside of me will rear her head and its will be more outs and abouts than I know what to do with.