Future Homebody

I realized this week that many of my closest friends are currently travelling or living abroad.

When Nicky moved into Iceland (her apartment, not the country), I remember her mentioning that she didn't feel as wanderlusty anymore. And even though I haven't moved into Villetta yet, I am starting to understand why.

First, the obvious--furnishing a new home is expensive, and it doesn't leave room for much travel money. Or even food money, I fear. I will need to buy a lot of stuff--furniture, dishware, cleaning products, appliances/electronics, foodstuffs--but I am lucky that Ma already bought me "wedding presents" when I was in high school (pots, pans, cutlery), which she is letting me have for my new place. Those are a huge help.

Then, there is the excitement and novelty of the place itself--the freedom, the peace of mind, the surroundings--and so when home is your escape already, why would you need to escape to somewhere else?

This is what I imagine: my rooms will be painted in the colours I like; I will have a desk (finally!) atop which Hermes, the typewriter that Boy gave me for my birthday last year, will sit (preferably by a window); there will be minimal clutter; my fridge will be stocked (not overflowing), with its centrepiece of organic milk in a glass jug; my pantry will be like a Barilla showroom. Everything will be closer to get to and easier to do. Yoga will be a short walk away.

In short--I will be a typewriting, fit, milk-drinking and pasta-eating recluse who may never want to leave Villetta once everything is settled.

I can't wait!