Topic: Marriage

This year, my family has had a real taste of civilian life due to my husband’s assignment. Realizing how temporary our lives are is hard. As I’m getting older the desire to set roots down is more intense. I haven’t realized how often the word “temporary” has echoed through the chambers of my mind. When I’m at the vintage market and start considering an item to purchase, I think, “How hard will this be to move with? Will it last through the first purge? Is it worth curating my tastes inside a temporary house that will become a totally new house with different space, layouts and colors?” I never buy anything. Instead, I leave with a daydream and a sharper idea of design about a future that doesn’t include temporary living. A future I can’t quite see approaching.