On Living Like a College Student

Lately I’ve seen the inside of several people’s houses, and it makes me wonder if I’m an exception to some rule that I’m not privy to. I don’t have a single room in which all the furniture matches. I never have. I don’t have a color scheme per se. I also don’t have a television or a couch, but that’s because I’ve been moving around a lot in recent years, and there’s only so much I’m willing to lug from pillar to port. My decorating consists mostly of textiles I’ve collected during foreign travels.

I’m also not neat as a pin. Don’t get me wrong, there are no moldy ham sandwiches lying about, and I am not a hoarder. The dishes get washed and the carpet gets vacuumed. But I have clutter, and I have dogs.

I basically live out of my bed. I rarely sit at the table. I eat in bed, blog in bed, read in bed. If I didn’t have a living room, I wouldn’t miss it. It’s just that room I walk through to get to the kitchen, and the place I store my beloved roll top desk.

After visiting other people’s houses, I look around my own and I realize that it’s not a place where others would make themselves at home. It works for me. I am comfortable. I know where everything is. But I suspect others wouldn’t go out of their way to live like I do, and House Beautiful is never going to beat down my door for a photo shoot.

It seems that when I went off to college I adopted a dormitory lifestyle, and I never quite seemed to have abandoned it. I probably ought to grow up domestically.

Nah, I can’t be bothered. I’d rather spend my money on travel.

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