Life and Minimalism
I'm still getting used to blog writing and the West Coast. Right now, my life is a roller-coaster of changes. A month ago, my then boyfriend/ fiancé (now husband) and I eloped. We had a small ceremony in a park, the same park that had been the location of the church we had been attending. We stood among golden leaves under the branches of some amazing trees and exchanged vows in the presence of our pastor and friends.
And then we moved out into the desert. My husband is in the Marines and based out in the Palm Desert. We moved into the cutest studio apartment and have filled it with memories of sweet early marital bliss, our favorite music, the fire alarm, some rowdy fights, quiet moments, conversations, podcasts, the company of friends and the smell of our favorite food and good coffee.
We had decided sometime when we were dating that one day we'd both want to be minimalists and practice minimalism. And now we are practicing minimalists. Our apartment lacks many things that many households have such as TV, furniture and decor. But we are both very happy with the few things we have and recognize how much more peaceful our home is because we have less to worry about. We both want to find value in people and not things, to never look to "stuff" as a solution to happiness, but find happiness in the world God gave us. It's definitely a far stretch from how I was raised and environments I had lived in before marriage, but I have grown to really embrace this lifestyle and love it.
Yesterday, we finally made it to the thrift store on his base. It has easily become one of my favorite places on his base, besides the library and education center. We browsed the aisles of discarded items and sought out some treasures. Among our purchases was a golden candle holder with stars and moons cut into it (proudly pictured twice on my instagram @glittrgraveyard), a pink ice-cube tray that produces bunny-eared shaped ice (which my husband was dead-set on purchasing), a 12 cup-making coffee machine (a huge upgrade from the little 5-cup one we've been "borrowing" from a friend who is at a training right now) and 4 plates.
It sounds crazy, but up until yesterday we only had paper plates and 2 plastic plates our pastor was loaning us (thanks Troy!). A while ago we had talked about having mismatched utensils, mugs, bowls, and plates. It's something I've always dreamed of. I love mismatched things, it could be the artist in me, or the unorganized ENFP, or my desire to go against mainstream culture.
So we each picked out 2 plates, I found a really pretty purple rimmed plate with a floral design and gold accent and a polka-dot rimmed plate. Dj fell in love with a brown glass plate, with a deep set rim, and a goose plate. So now we have 4 plates to call our own.
I'm excited to see what occasions we eat from the different plates, who will eat from the goose plate first, and what friends will use them too!
Even though our first couple of days in this apartment were "rough" it's been a very thrilling journey. Now little things like plates are a cause for much excitement! It's been fun to slowly build up our little home. At first it hit me how helpful it is to have a registry and be able to begin in an "established" household. But I have never been one for following the usual course of life and have found so much joy in our way of doing things. Whether that be eating our meals on a blanket or watching the super bowl from my computer.
Now I'm off to help my husband prepare dinner, I wonder if one of us will choose the goose plate ;)