To tchochke or not to tchochke...

The idea of moving is very intriguing, I like change, I easily get bored with the same apartment. As a child, different circumstances have resulted in me moving a lot, so I don't know if that has anything to do with it. It's not that I have commitment issues… ask chocolate and coffee, I'm forever fully committed to them! I experience change as something refreshing. I don't really move around just for fun, but I do from time to time re-arrange the furniture. Once, I did it in the middle of the night, cause I couldn't go to sleep (Okay, maaaaybe I've done that more than once). Normal people would watch a movie or read, I of course, take on the entire interior of my apartment as a project.
Of course, being an architect student means I find interest in the plan itself. And I don't think it's wrong. A singer loves to experience new studios, new producers, new songs, a fashionista loves to wear new clothing, a technician loves to experience new technology, so it only makes sense that I would enjoy "new architecture".

My favorite part of moving, is when everything is at its place, everything is clean and fresh, you go to sleep in your new room, and then it comes… The morning, when you first open your eyes, and there's that tiny nanosecond where you have no idea where you are, until it hits you. I love that feeling. Getting up and making your first coffee in the new kitchen.

Recently, it occurred to me that lately I have been moving in a pattern. The two-year pattern. In 2006, I moved back to Sweden (Helsingborg). In 2008, I moved to Kävlinge. And in 2010, I moved to Lund. And yes, I will be moving in 2012. Where? We'll see about that one.
But despite the creepy coincidence(?) of my two-year pattern, I realized another thing. I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT!!! It is absolutely amazing the amount of stuff one person can accumulate over the years. Boxes and boxes of inane, useless things I probably never had any use from. Am I a tchotchke person? Tchotchke is a term used mainly used by Jewish Americans in New York City, meaning small things, gewgaws, knickknacks, baubles, or even called kitsch. We albanians call it takravate.

I have always enjoyed buying and having or collecting small things to put around my house, at the same time I have always enjoyed a clean, spacious place with as little things collecting dust as possible. How those two have coincided over the years I have no idea. But that's me.
What about you? Have you ever thought about it? Are you a tchotchke person? If you answer 'No', then look around you! Does your answer reflect what you see, or do you suddenly realize you've accumulated enough tchotchke to open up a small boutique?
And if so, is it wrong? Is it meaningless for people to spend hard earn money (especially in this economy, and especially with more and more people becoming poor and barely making ends meet) or is it something we instinctively do as human beings, to suffice for our need of creating a home. Tchotchke does not a home make, my friend! Or does it? What do you think?

If you aren't a tchotchke person, that is fine! If you are, then tchotchke on… and tomorrow is a new ba-log day!