Home Sweet Furniture

Admittedly I am somewhat materialistic. I enjoy name-brand things and wish I could afford more of them. But what I'm about to discuss is something completely different. This is about MY things. Some of them are name-brand; some of them are hand-me-downs that have been through 4 or 5 different homes; some of them are hand made; and even some come from trips to other countries I've never even seen with my own eyes; but what they all have in common is that they are mine. That's right, our household good are here!
No more air mattress. No more of the same 5 shirts and pair of shorts(I'm exaggerating...sort of). No more basing our dinner choices on what cooking utensils we brought with us. No. We now have all of our things- even things we haven't taken out of their original boxes from our wedding gifts!  I have found reason in the past week to use our new hand mixer at least twice! Today we had our neighbors over for brunch just to have reason to use the waffle maker. Needless to say I am feeling quite materialistic as I am deriving my happiness from kitchen gadgets, bed sheets, and sofas.
The catch of course is that as I look around this 2500 sq. ft. home I realize that John and I do not have near enough furniture to fill this home. We come together from two tiny apartments; one of which the occupant would have been happy sleeping on a mattress on the floor (one guess which of us that is...). Every time I walk through the front entrance I am reminded of our fledgling status as a married couple and the obvious upgrade we have made in moving in to this home. We do not even own enough furniture to fill two of the rooms in the house. We are using our kitchen table pulled out to it's largest size as our dining room table, and have left empty the kitchen space meant for the kitchen table just so we can utilize the dining room.
But the thing is...
These are the days we will laugh about later. These are the days where we truly know what it is we "need." As we begin to purchase items to fill this house and daydream about the pieces we will have "one day" I am met with a feeling of contentment. I don't need all of these things. We can survive on far less than we have; even if what we have is far less than what is necessary in order to fill this house. Patience. The day will come when I look around and realize that whatever home in whatever town in whatever state we find ourselves will have every room and wall filled with my things. Today is not that day and tomorrow won't be it either. But for today I am happy knowing that the things we have are our own and that I am at home with my husband.