A nomadic existence isn't the best
‘Furnished’ is a very relative concept so some of the places I’ve stayed in needed quite a few additions before I was able to feel comfortable. At one stage, I’d accumulated quite a bit of stuff: television set, various kitchen bits and pieces including a decent coffee-maker, lots of books and CDs, bedding, etc. All of that got sent back to Cape Town just over a year ago when I thought that I was going to be spending a year or more in Shanghai. That didn’t happen and I found myself back in Nottingham a few months later. On my return, I had to find a furnished place that was more furnished than most or move into the usual sparsely furnished place and buy necessities as the months went by.
Fortunately, I found a place that was furnished enough for me to move in with my suitcase and laptop and not feel as if I were living in a monastery or jail. But, despite my not having to buy a TV, DVD player, CD player, bedding, etc it’s not as if it’s appointed with every kitchen gadget and a vast selection of books and CDs. And the very bland paintings on the walls and other decorative pieces are not to my taste. In other words, the place is comfortable enough but it certainly doesn’t feel like a true home. I could, of course, make changes that would make it feel more of a home but that brings me to the point of this post.
This ‘nomadic’ existence stops me from doing a lot of things that I enjoy simply because I need a more permanent base to enjoy them in. And since it’s been for quite a while that I’ve been living this way, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever enjoy them again.
- Browsing around shops of the type I like: junk shops, charity shops, antique shops, second-hand bookshops, auction rooms – apart from books, even though too many of them make for heavy moving, there is no point in coming across things I may want to buy.
- Spending hours wandering aimlessly around nurseries (garden centres, if you prefer) – again, no point.
- Spending hours in the garden, poking at the ground, cutting and trimming things, moving and planting plants, pulling things out, etc – firstly, one needs a garden for that and, secondly, if it’s not my own garden, I’m not really that interested.
- Experimenting with new recipes – a rather sparsely furnished kitchen does not lend itself to trying a lot of things.
- Entertaining – sparsely furnished kitchen and not enough space put paid to that one.
- Delving around things from one’s own past: old photos, favourite books and music, etc – they are not around to be delved into.
There are probably other things I could add to that list but they escape me at the moment.