This post is perfectly timed for me, as a single girl who doesn’t want to feel like she’s in limbo, and who is happy when her rented apartment feels like a home. Thanks, Molly. Seriously, if I had a job opening for “sophisticated, fun older sister,” I would ask you to apply. An excerpt from her blog:
…gift registries are not where kitchens are born and if I need a toaster or new mattress or if I want bright green towels despite the faded grey ones working just fine, I can buy a toaster or a mattress or bright green towels. There is no minimum occupancy for a home: if you live somewhere, you have a home. And you should be comfortable in it, whatever that means. If you live alone, you are just as entitled to steak knives as the newlyweds among us.