Also to my surprise I am not really missing being a chronic consumer. Right now, the three of us are sharing a room of about 144 square feet. Chewing up most of that space is one twin bed and one king size bed; our clothes, shoes, and bare essentials fill in the rest. Yes, we have other things scattered here & there in my sister's house but we haven't even approached taking it over. So what this means is that I can't really buy a lot of things - where on Earth would I put them?
This is amazingly freeing.
And, it's buying me time (hee hee) to make some considered decisions about what we will need to purchase when we move back home versus what we can just do without. Or do differently. On my list?
Putting up a clothes line.
Boning up on freezing & canning.
Learning to use my sewing machine.
Repurposing a small dresser for Sara's night stand.
Planting another tree in the front yard for afternoon shade.
Mastering the art of bread-making.
OK that last one has very little to do with being crunchy; I'm just tired of making a lousy loaf of bread.
The point is that none of this is original and none of it is rocket science. But it does take a little more effort on my part while requiring a little less convenience. And that's OK. I'm enjoying these little epiphanies and find that it's making ever-so-slight changes in my thinking. Like instead of begrudging what I can't do because it's too expensive, I find myself thinking about what I can do instead that will be just as enjoyable and, probably, a lot more creative.
A year ago? No, no. Not so much. The wallowing would have commenced immediately, followed closely by a fairly obnoxious period of martyr sydrome. It ain't pretty, I know.
Anyway, there's no real point to my rambling here. Just happy to report that, so far, this seems to be more than just a passing fancy. I am pleasantly, hopefully surprised.