Last week as I was browsing blogs, I thought wanted to be the girl who lives in this apartment. Clean lines. White everywhere. No clutter. It's amazing.
But I'll never be that girl. The one who lives in that perfect apartment. I've got to have my shelves full of books and journals and notepads. Walls plastered with pictures of my friends and family and my favorite memories. An old, frayed hand made quilt from my friend's Grandma Leona. A fridge covered in wedding invitations, Christmas cards and baby announcments. Gifts from people who love me hanging on the walls. A sock monkey that reminds me of my Gran and a little bear given to me by Mr. Franklin.
My life is chaotic and messy. And FULL. And I wouldn't trade it for all the perfect apartments in all the big cities in the world.
2 comments:
That's so me, too! As much as I admire beautiful, bright, clean houses, that just aint me. My fridge looks exactly like yours!
I love this post! I often get so frustrated when I see amazing apartments/homes and I wonder if I will ever have such a flawless place. But when I really think about it, I am not sure I want it!
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