Lately I’ve been super obsessed with home organizing, decorations and optimizing small spaces. I’ve recently moved and I am still trying to make the place my own and as practical and comfortable as possible. So, naturally, I’ve been spending a lot of time on Pinterest, trying to find inspiration. And I have – more than I expected.
What am I talking about? Let me explain…
When I was younger, I always dreamed about how I’d wish my life as an adult would be like. Nothing special here, who hasn’t done that? Well, I imagined the place I’d live, the house I’d live in – inside and out – and how it made me feel. But there was no exact model of that house, of that life or some exact place – just the same feeling, which kept coming back throughout time. Whenever I’d walk past a place that gave me this feeling I’d imagine how it would be to live there, how it would look on the inside – though I doubt that my imagination matched the reality.
Anyway, growing up I got this feeling less and less, but stumbling upon this picture above on Pinterest made me feel that way again. I don’t know what it was that triggered it – the colors, the textures or maybe a combination of things. Which got me thinking about this feeling… I think the phenomenon where a scent, object or person reminds you of emotions in the past is called psychological time – I read about it in a book some years ago. This I get, and seems logical: like how I feel like a child again whenever I smell or drink linden blossom tea. It’s what I drank as a kid and it takes me back to my grandparents’ yard – exactly how it looked like back then. So I understand the phenomenon, but what I don’t understand are the emotions – how can a picture make me dream about a life I didn’t even have? Can it be deja-vu? Or just plain dreaming? Have you ever experienced something like this? (though I don’t know how clear I was in explaining this feeling…)
If what I’ve described above is the symptom of some brain disease – please don’t tell me. I’d rather be happy feeling like this from time to time than worry that I’m crazy. Literally choosing ignorant bliss. 😀