The old man in me likes my worn-out clothes

There is something so comforting about warm pajamas taken out of the dryer and putting them on to go to bed. I’ve been looking at my clothes lately and appreciating them– and everything– more. Or at least I’m trying.

I have worn hand-me-down clothes for the last few years. It’s so strange now that I have gainful employment that I could actually redo my wardrobe.

Maybe this is the old man in me, but I kind of like my tattered pjs from 2001. They’re like an old sofa. My old t-shirts too. You never know when you need an old t-shirt, right?

I can’t really believe how much I have right now. You’d think I’d struck it rich. I was VERY close to losing it all and having to move back to my parent’s house.

When I’m at my apartment I’m mostly in my bedroom with my roommate’s bed, her comforter, her dressers and lamps. I don’t have much of my old stuff here. But my stuff used to occupy a two bedroom house.

I loved my old place, but I’ve never been too attached to stuff. I remember when I was there talking to this guy in the coffee shop who had like five cars and a boat and a house he couldn’t sell and how stuck he felt. More stuff is NOT the answer.

But I DO miss decorating. And I did bring my 16 houseplants with me to San Diego (they live on a table in the kitchen.). It’s so much fun to make things pretty. I’ll have a pretty place again.

Well-behaved houseplants. Each one has a story (I’m serious).

chair photo by Hallenser