I moved out at 19 with my baby and I was pretty much penniless and on welfare. It was so embarrassing at the time just how ghetto my home was. Tiny loveseat and patio furniture, an old tube TV balanced on a crappy old dresser, no organisation whatsoever, toys thrown into piles or in Rubbermaid bins. The most 'decor' I had was the cobwebs and kid hand prints on the walls and ceiling.

So it's been 5 years. In that time I have learned how to run a household, so that everything is organised and has 'flow', is clean (spot cleaned, even!), I have all the tools I need to accomplish this. Not only that, but I have nice things. A big LED TV, a nice set of pot and pans and dishware. Used but comfortable furniture. I have art! Real art, posters in nice frames from Dali and Van Gogh and Waterhouse, as well as art I made or was made for me by friends and family. And some pretty wall decals. A nice bed, cute lamps, storage for almost everything. House plants, a proper patio set. I have a HOME.

Our final frontier was to make our bedroom more bedroom-y. We rearranged the whole room, thrift store shopped for a few little things like wall sconces and a bedroom mirror. Now it feels like a proper adult bedroom instead of a place where people store the shit that has no other place. I can invite people over without feeling embarrassed!

Dozens of hours of labor, hundreds of dollars spent, and years of trial and error to make things clean and organised and efficient and comfortable. And now, as of this week, I think we are finally almost 'done'. Officially. The kid's bed frame needs to be replaced, and maybe our couch, but both of them work for now. I finally feel like an adult. :)