3/25/26 - Letting my heart decide decor

I kept waiting on getting my nails done so they would be fresh for the new york event, but now that I can’t go, I told myself I was still going to get them done because I deserve to still treat myself and celebrate.

I was going to go to my friend’s house for dinner today to see her new place and instead of dressing like I bum, I decided to do my makeup.

Did my makeup and hair, wore some nice clothes and then went to go get my nails done. I asked for the luxury pedicure but somehow they thought I asked for the basic one so they gave me that.

Tbh it was okay, not the best pedicure I’ve had in my life but the price was good. At first, I really thought they just charged me wrong.

Anyways, I went to my friends house and felt so cozy. Like I wanted to hang out there. Each item felt so personal. Each item had taste and it all still looked so good together. It wasn’t miss matched chaos that we grew up with in immigrant houses.

It was cozy, personal, and had taste. I don’t get the same feeling in my house.

My house looks nice, but nothing is personal. Nothing tells my story. It doesn’t feel cozy to hang out in. That’s what I felt about my old house too, it was pretty but there was no soul.

There was no heart. So now I’m starting to think to just get pieces that I feel attracted to. That I can’t stop thinking about. Almost letting my heart lead in style too.

I genuinely still feel like this new house chose me. Maybe I should let my style and furniture choose me too.

For my Washtenaw house, I came from such chaos from my Mozart house that I just wanted everything to be simple. Just pretty. And that’s what everyone saw. Every time someone walked in, they always complimented at how well I decorated everything.

I need my spine and heart in this house.