I didn’t think I was nesting. Not really. I mean—I’ve lived here for four years and the most I’ve changed is switching out a curtain once because the sun kept burning through in the afternoon. But lately, I started noticing things. Like how the toaster makes a clicking sound before it even heats up. Or how the fridge has this tiny rattle you can only hear when the room goes quiet.
I don’t know. Something about spring always makes me look at my space a little differently. Like suddenly I want to clear everything out and start from a blank room. I won’t actually do that. But the feeling’s there. So when I saw there was some Samsung spring event thing going on, I clicked. Didn’t expect much. But the pictures were kind of clean, kind of calm. I liked that. No pressure. Just: here are things, here’s how much they cost, here’s how much less if you buy two.
I didn’t go crazy. I just started building a cart. A better monitor. A soundbar because I’ve been watching movies off laptop speakers for far too long. Almost added a new fridge. But I backed out last minute. I think I need a little more courage for that.
Still, just putting those items in a cart—it felt… different. Like maybe I’m finally giving myself permission to want better. Not bigger, just better. For me. Not because I have people over (I don’t). Not because I want to impress anyone (no one’s looking). But because maybe I deserve a space that feels less temporary. Even if I don’t know how long I’m staying.
I kept thinking about how long it’s been since I bought something for my home that wasn’t out of necessity. Like not a replacement. Not a “mine broke so I had to.” Just… because I wanted to feel more at home.
I didn’t buy everything. But I bought enough. Enough to feel like I was choosing things on purpose again. Enough to make me sit on the couch a little differently. Like it’s not just where I crash after work, but a place I made feel softer, quieter, more mine.
And that felt like a win. Not the savings, not the specs. Just that small, quiet shift in how I see this apartment. Maybe this spring wasn’t about change. Maybe it was just about remembering I’m allowed to want comfort. And maybe—maybe that starts with clicking ‘add to cart.’
