A Messy home is a Happy home defines my philosophy pretty accurately. Not that I will make a mess on purpose, I do appreciate it when it's clean and everything is where it should be but it doesn't give me any kind of headache if for a few days things seem to be flying off bookshelves, closets, toys basket, you name it. If Manech starts throwing away the laundry I just finished folding I tend to laugh and often end up throwing it all around the room with him while jumping on the bed because really, I don't think it matters much. I know I know. Whatever.
Now if your home doesn't reflects your personality, it might very well just be the reflection of where in life you are at the moment. And that is so right for us right now. I love home deco. I love it. And my ideal home would probably be a mix of industrial, raw, wooden material slash antique shop slash artsy-jungly-colorful pieces slash DIY slash no rules really. And before we moved to Tahiti we kind of had it. I loved our home. It truly was the reflection of myself (sorry hubby). But today, considering that we have let go of most of our belonging last year, that what's left is still in a storage in Tahiti (hopefully sailing soon back to us), well our home is far from being the reflection of our aesthetic but it definitely is the reflection of where in life we are right now :
IN T R A N S I T I O N
And that's okay. I do miss my nest every now and then but soon enough we will find our home and soon enough I will be able to throw some of my energy towards making our home just the way we want it. Just gotta go with the flow for now.
When I think about it, I realize that being in a transit stage with a 21 month wild baby boy isn't that bad at all. It might actually be a pretty good way to just keep calm and breath through the rough times. We don't own that much anymore and it's quite awesome not having anything fragile laying around the house. Not having too many valuables. The camera is safe in its Pelican case that even I have a hard time opening , no tv, no expensive couch (my good friend's boy just sharpie(d) her white couch, told her she should grab more sharpie pens and make the whole couch even....she'd have the best time doing it with her son and would build awesome memories. Well she gave me that "you're-effing-crazy" look). Oh well. She does have a beautiful home.
Even if I am far from being in love with our home-styling right now, I do love our home. And I do hate that we should already be looking for a new rental. It is the perfect transition home with its gorgeous yard and volcano views and outside shower. So I grabbed my camera a couple of days ago and shot my own home-sneak-peek, capturing some details that will most likely bring a smile in a few years from now. I did avoid shooting too wide-angle, because.
What's up with the torn pair of shorts and bras? It was laying on our bathroom floor after a day at the beach. I could have picked it up. But instead I thought it looked kind of sexy. And it did not bother me. So I left it there for a bit.