Was posting a comment on a friend’s blog, and realized that our house is almost entirely furnished of things we’ve had since we were (or still are) single (both me, Ei-Nyung, and the housemates), or hand-me-downs from my parents. As a result, *every single room* in the house is essentially a mishmash of stuff. There is no single room in the house that looks like it was coherently assembled with any thought to aesthetics, or how the various items work to form a coherent whole.

Which isn’t all that weird, because right up until this second, I’d never essentially given it any thought. But now that the thought has really sunk in, part of me wants to strip a room, and give it some unified coherency. Like, to take the “office,” and using my grandparents’ very Scandinavian-looking desk as a central point, and fit the rest of the room decor (admittedly, a bunch of music equipment, a TV, some also-very-Scandinavian chairs, and a couple bookcases to match.

It’d be even better, once the upstairs living room’s drywall is done to actually furnish it in a way that makes actual sense, instead of having a bunch of totally random things put wherever, just because that’s the stuff that we had.

At the same time, that just feels weird. We have tables that function. We have couches that function, and are comfortable. Why change those, when we know they work?

I dunno. Weird.