명랑한자몽's post

I wanted to move. I wanted to have a long table in the spacious living room where the whole family could sit around, read books, and chat. (Of course, I expect that it will eventually end up as a late-night snack table for us, with a very small margin of error.) But due to certain events that made me realize that life is not something that can be done as planned, along with my wallet that became thinner, All of those expectations and plans went down the drain. My heart, which had been left in a state of neglect, and this house had to be rebuilt. I cleared out the shelf above the dining table, which had become a collection of all sorts of odds and ends that had lost their place and use, such as hair ties that had been caught in knots, AA batteries that were not new or old, and brown buttons that fell off clothes that I did not know what kind of clothes they belonged to. I bought a new table for the first time in 9 years, using the plausible excuse that I could not pursue true change with just old things. I also found a chair that had been on my wish list for quite some time, but had been put off because I could not find an offline store. In addition, the work of art that my second friend had completed on jute, which I really liked but had lost interest in, had been left unattended because it could not find a suitable place in this house, has also found its place. Here, the four of us ate together and chatted on holidays. I sat here and listened to music, drew pictures, wrote, and drank coffee. Starbucks also raised its coffee prices. (Huh?) I am gradually realizing the reason why I thought I should move without having to move. Isn't this the creative economy and spatial innovation?