I don't want a house full of things. I want a house that is comfortable and easy, with only my favorite things surrounding me.
I want a cabin in Big Bear and a newly discovered stone house in the desert; I want to be debt free. I want to figure out our bedroom in one easy hour of clicking through websites. I want to workout every day for two hours and I want to be able to have a Saturday where I read in the hammock while leisurely making food all day long.
In short, I'm a hypocrite.
I want to curate but only have the time to curate well if it's on demand.
I want to start my kitchenware over from scratch, and buy entire matching sets of matte neutrals that feel as good eating cereal on a late Sunday morning as it does set out hours before a formal Christmas dinner. And then I want my hodgepodge collection to stay as it is - plates with stories that have slight chips, quirky conversation starters that I only bought two of to mix in with my others - I want perfect as much as I want the imperfect.
Really the only thing I an agree on with myself is that I don't want to accumulate shit.