After ending my relationship and moving out of the home I shared with my partner, I’ve moved into my own place with a roommate. We’ve been buying the things we need as we go, in priority sequence — a coffee maker was first, obviously.
In shopping for the new place, I remember what I left behind at my ex’s: the pretty swing-top jars and canisters with colourful, perfectly co-ordinated labels, on which I used my best handwriting to label the coffee, macaroni, etc. They sat on the pantry shelf, a Pinterest pin waiting to happen. I was meticulous — borderline obsessed — with putting every package of food that came into our home into a pretty jar with a nice label.
At my new apartment, my coffee sits in its original bag, with a rubber band closing it. It’s in my cupboard, which is next to my roommate’s, where he keeps his food in the bag it came in, too.
And I don’t care.
I still have a bunch of the Martha Stewart labels I used on the pretty jars in my old home, but they’re just sitting in a drawer. On a recent shopping trip, I saw canisters like the ones I used to use, and for a split-second, thought about building a new collection. Then I realized it’s not at all a priority for me anymore.
Maybe what I was trying to do in organizing my house perfectly was legitimize its home-ness, because I knew deep down that my relationship wasn’t where I wanted it to be. I was exercising control over something insignificant, cause I felt like I had no control over where our relationship was headed.
This isn’t to say that I don’t still admire a really well-organized home, or that I don’t lust over photos of gorgeous pantries. (And I’m not saying that your well-organized pantry is compensating for skeletons in a well-organized closet.) But I now know that for me personally, I was probably doing it for all the wrong reasons, and that coffee from the bag it came in tastes just as good.
Has anyone had a similar re-evaluation of priorities in home decor after a change in circumstances?