As much as I hate to admit it, I’m definitely a millennial by definition. And I do identify with many of the traits characteristic of my generation as described in this article: wanting to live in an urban area, streamlining possessions, not attaching too much meaning to stuff. My husband and I agree that the only reason we’d leave San Francisco would be to experience a different city, and the idea of taking care of a large house and yard in the suburbs gives us the heebie jeebies.
However, the millennial described in this article is also an extreme: an all-digital minimalist. Personally, I take a middle way.
I love the trappings of traditionalism that turn a house into a home. I love that my home is big enough and well furnished enough to accommodate overnight guests regularly, leading to house parties and boozy brunches. I love polishing my grandmother’s silver and setting a table for a dinner party with it and my wedding china. I love looking at the beautiful things my grandparents collected over years of travel, encased in a funny old curio cabinet I remember from their living room. I love the art that hangs on my walls, collected by family and adding beauty as well as pieces of them and their taste to my home.
What do I NOT love? Things that are useless, meaningless, and not beautiful. No, Mom, I will not be taking the weird gaudy 1980’s bedside tables you have stored in the garage. No, family, I will not store all your photos and papers, many of which I don’t even recognize. No, I will not fill up my storage spaces just for the sake of having somewhere to put things. I’m picky about the objects that inhabit my home, and I’m not going to make space for things I don’t love.