The desire to Buy, Buy, Buy!!

So all the research shows that experiences make people happier than possessions. Once you own something, it slowly becomes old, used up, ratty or you just become used to seeing it- it doesn’t stay new and exciting for long. But an experience stays just as exciting in your memory as it was when you were actually doing it. So why is it, that even knowing this info and thinking that it makes sense, I still want to go out and buy, buy, buy? I love shopping. No, really- I love shopping. I could spend hours a day shopping- if I had the money- and enjoy it every day. I’m not what you would describe as a fashionista- though I do pay attention to trends and read a few fashion magazines a month- but I just love the thrill of searching out cute tops and dresses (ideally on sale) and shoes and bags and then trying them on and then coming home and styling them with other things I own in creative but still classic combos. I’m fortunate in that any store will have clothes that fit me and look good with a little tweak or two and I know many of the tricks to make a style flatter my figure. But still- buy clothes isn’t what experts recommend to make me happier long term, yet I still feel the pull of desire each time I’m driving by a shopping center.

I’m not the only person who does this, right?

My long term goals are much more centered around experiences and travel and doing stuff than buying stuff- although I do have a few big ticket, luxury items I would love to one day own (ahem, designer shoes…a motorcycle with heated hand grips…) but in general, my life list is more slanted towards things I want to see and do and places I want to visit. But why is it that my spending habits are much more tilted towards buying things? It could be that buying something is an immediate gratification while saving up to go on safari is delayed- perhaps very delayed in my case.  But I still know that going on safari one day will bring me more pleasure than ten pairs of designer shoes would. I suppose this just goes to show that perhaps I need practice in patience and to learn how to look forward to things for longer than I do now.

Home Again Home Again

So, now that I’m back from the (absolutely AMAZING) trip to Italy with my choir, I can’t wait to get back to Rome and spend some time there and really get to know the city.

Basically, as soon as I had spent five minutes walking around the Eternal City, I had already decided I was going to go back there in the fall…like, to live. Gulp.  Now, as a part time author/administrator/bunch of other little small gigs, I have more leeway to just up and move somewhere than most people. Which is, in large part, why I am determined to. Now is the time in my life when I can. I also have a supportive family, no children, and the blessing of no debt from student loans- as long as I can make enough money to meet my fairly basic needs, I can go wherever I want, whenever I want.

And I want to go to Rome.  The food, the artwork, the music the whole feel of the city amazed me- and amazingly, I felt at home there. I speak very little Italian, don’t gesture when I speak, am prone to running errands in sneakers and running shorts- things that make me basically the opposite of an Italian. But I do like to eat a lot of pasta and pizza and gelato, and drink red wine all the time, so I think I’ll fit in just fine.

Seriously, though, my entire goal with this blog is to try and find ways to see and appreciate the small and big good things in life. And, from the few days I spent there, I think Rome, and Italy in general, will be a great place for me to work on doing exactly that!

Pictures from the trip (including Croatia and Slovenia) will be up soon, as well as more details about the fall in Rome!