Home at Home

This piece is one that I think is relatable and touches a part of many if not all peoples lives, and that’s the concept of being comfortable in your own home. Being able to have a place in the world that is uniquely yours, where you can be entirely yourself, uninterrupted and unjudged. I’ve noticed that it is currently a trend to have your house look perfect, an especially the trend that took after the barbie movie released, of the “mojo dojo casa house”. And while yes, that trend can be very funny, I think it’s strange that there’s people doing said trend that wont let their partners have a single article of clothing, or belonging left about the house. Everything in they’re homes are perfect, there are no cups on end tables, no dishes in the sink, no sweaters on chairs, and all pillows are fluffed and blankets folded.

And I think we all know that that isn’t a way to live. When you get up in the morning, you make your breakfast and you leave your dishes in the sink for later-you’s problem, then get dressed and leave a pile of the all the clothes you decided against wearing that day, and tell yourself you will put them away when you get home. However once you actually do get home after a hard day at work or school (where of course you worked till you thought your fingers would fall off, forgot your lunch, had something due that you forgot about and had to cram it in, and then spilled your coffee everywhere and didn’t have the time to get a new one) you want to come home and flop on the couch and say this mornings dishes will be done later, and that pile of clothes will stay there till tomorrow.

We all do it, and I personally think its silly and pretentious to pretend we live in perfect, spotless, so clean you could lick the toilet, homes. And thats not to say we all live in a pit of filth, it is perfectly respectable to have an organized home. I know personally that satisfying and accomplished feeling of a freshly cleaned and organized room can be unmatched, but by the same token i think its foolish to pretend that our bedrooms, kitchens, or even our whole houses have never gotten away from us. That you’ve never had a point in your life where it all got too much, and you don’t have the time or the energy to clean it, so the mess sits, and you’re living amongst it, and that’s alright. I know my room can be a stye at times, but I also think it is shamelessly me. I am an art major and a 17 year old teenage boy, so my room has artwork everywhere, my tabletops are covered in paint and pencils, my bed is never made, because who has time to make your bed when you wake up at 8:10 and have to leave the house by 8:30 to be at school on time. And there’s clothes everywhere because I threw them there, and yes my room smells like a sweaty sock sometimes.

But anyways, that’s my point. Instagram houses are dumb, and I have a right to be myself in my own space and nobody shame me into believing otherwise.