My Life Now: The First House Money Aesthetic
This is your ‘manifestation’, ‘money aesthetic …
Vision: A Rustic — But With Tastefully Added Hints of Designer — English Country Life, Opposite To Neighbouring Wild Fields
I wake early, naturally, here.
Not to an alarm, but with gentle sounds of birds chirping in the distance, to warm light — orange, pale and gentle — with a favourite melody still on rotation in my head from the night before, I’m slipping through linen curtains and warming the beams overhead gently with the palms of your hands. Thick wooden beams, aged and honest, running the length of the ceiling like quiet, wise witnesses to a slower way of living that feels so normal to have.
Dreams do come true, because this is my first house in the country (your ‘money aesthetic’.)
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An English character home that I have managed to put an imprint of my own in, settled comfortably opposite open fields. No traffic noise. No rushing around. Just the soft movement of air through tall pointy grass, that I see before you hear, and the distant sound of birds beginning their day with a little chatter.
Downstairs, the kitchen is the heart of the house.
A rustic English country kitchen — warm, grounded, actually lived-in- witness to several types of home-cooked and pretentious cuisines. Wooden worktops worn smooth with hearty use. Cream cupboards that glow softly in the morning light. Copper pans hang quietly but randomly clanking as a breeze from a ‘freely’ open window makes them chime, and they are there not for show, but purposefully because they belong in this home.
The smell of ‘Ristretto’(Nespresso 11 intensity) morning coffee fills the room as I move softly- barefoot across stone floors, stood cold from the night before. Outside of the window, the field stretches uninterrupted — green, expansive, reassuring of freedom, while the odd flower bush springs up randomly but intentionally, here and there.
Nearby, a stream runs gently behind the house like a pointless, weak, running moat. This, I can only hear if I pause. A soft, constant reminder that life doesn’t need to hurry to be abundant, and I don’t need to be commanded to have my place in it.
Right now, in this present, this house really does feels safe.
Not an surprisingly impressive space anymore — though definitely one I’m settled in to.
But from you who are reading this, what else do you see (‘Money Aesthetic)? What do you want? …
Note: This is being developed further. Not perfect. Not finished. This will be added to, making it eventually extended and fuller. Feel free to add suggestions in the comments.