No matter how hard I try, no amount of painting, furniture rearranging, yard work, de-cluttering or organizing will ever be enough. And I feel guilty about that. There are plenty of people with much less in this world, this country, even this town than us. Yet, I want more. Is this a conditioning by inundation of advertising? Conditioning of the American dream we grew up with with? Or just the innate greed humans possess?
Europeans live in small houses and accomodate for those conditions and live happily. Why can’t I?
Currently, I’m watching Under the Tuscan Sun while files are downloading for work. And I can’t help think, how could she afford to just outright buy that villa? Of course, it’s a movie. But I yearn for another project. Another house to decorate, to paint, to make my own and fantasize about restoration even (although, DH will NEVER buy a house in such condition because he has less faith than I do in renewal). Am I nuts? Why add to the workload I already have? Plus, will I be “done” when the next house is painted and decorated? Will it be enough?