The Beauty of Imperfection.

So in a nutshell, my life has been chaotic lately. Not a bad chaotic. A great chaotic actually. (Minus the lack of my fuzzy little puppies in my life.) I am finally bridging the gap between semi-adult and real-life grown-up (well at least on paper.) I got a job that I love, I'm finally on my own (kind of, shout out to Dad), I live in a place I spent hours as a child pouting to my parents for ever moving away from and I'm finally something I haven't been in a very, very long time: happy.


Maybe happy is the wrong word, but satisfied is definitely the right one. I have a set schedule. My own space. A bi-weekly paycheck. Yes, I might still be using an old twin mattress I borrowed from my grandparents as a couch and there MIGHT be a little bit of green paint on my ceiling from a painting mistake (I am a terrible painter, don't ever hire me) but I finally feel like myself again. I am starting to pave my path in this world, find my place, all those cliche ways to say it.


As I sit here, surrounded by the mess that inevitably accompanies moving, I am hit by something very profound. I may not have all my decorations hung up and there might be more cardboard in my apartment than furniture but its so damn pretty. Not because it's perfect, not because it's clean, but because it's mine. Crazy the way that ownership shapes your thoughts.


My dinner tonight is a perfect example. I am 24 years old. I love to cook. I have all the utensils. But, because I didn't have the energy to make it to the grocery store after work, I had dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, baby carrots, about a third a pint of coconut milk ice cream (my one true love) and some gf pretzels. And although it might not be the most gourmet or satisfying of meals, it was perfect.


Maybe tomorrow I will feel like re-stocking my fridge or moving my barstools from their temporary home in the middle of my living room back to the bar, but tonight I will admire the mess, lay on my pseudo-frat couch and soak up the moment, that someday, I will strangely miss.


♥mb.