I used to chase the idea of “going out” to feel something—excitement, connection, inspiration.
But something shifted after my third move: I no longer wanted to escape home.
I wanted to sink into it.
And surprisingly, it wasn’t about the big things. It was the small, everyday luxuries that made me fall in love with staying in.
Not extravagance. Just intention.
🛋 1. A Throw Blanket That Feels Like a Hug
I found mine at Barefoot Dreams, and yes—it’s worth the hype.
It lives on my couch and somehow makes Netflix nights, lazy Sundays, and solo journaling feel like self-care rituals.
Tip: Stick to a neutral color that blends into your space. Cozy can also be chic.
🍷 2. The Glassware That Made Me Romanticize My Water
I started using beautiful glasses from Estelle Colored Glass, even just for sparkling water.
It sounds silly, but it transformed how I hydrate. I sip more slowly. I feel more present.
And yes, I now light a candle when I drink wine alone. Because why not?
🛁 3. Turning Showers into Mini Spa Moments
I invested in an eucalyptus shower bundle from Etsy, a Grown Alchemist body cleanser,
and a super fluffy Parachute Home robe.
Now, even on chaotic weekdays, I carve out 10 minutes to reset—and smell incredible.
A bath tray with a candle, book slot, and wine holder? Even better.
🕯 4. Scenting My Space with Intention
Scent became my way of “zoning” my home.
- Living room: Diptyque Feu de Bois (smoky and grounding)
- Bedroom: Vitruvi diffuser with lavender & frankincense
- Kitchen: P.F. Candle Co.’s teakwood & tobacco—cozy, but fresh
It’s like aromatherapy, but for vibes.
📖 5. A Slow Morning Corner
I created a little corner with a Muji floor chair, a linen cushion, and a stack of books.
It’s where I sip coffee, journal, and avoid my phone.
No productivity, no pressure. Just being.
Want to build your own nook? Check out My Cozy Edit with everything I used to create mine.
💫 Final Thoughts: Staying In Is the New Going Out
I still go out, of course. But now, home feels like a destination, not just a pause between obligations.
It reflects me. It restores me.
And the more I make tiny upgrades—from the throw I curl into, to the candle I light before bed—the more I realize:
Joy isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s a quiet room, a soft light, and the comfort of being with yourself.