Museum of the Home

versión española acá 🏡 🏡 🏡 🏡 🏡 🏡 🏡 🏡 A few weeks ago, I read a blog post about Swiss psychologist Marie-Louise von Franz’s idea of ‘the provisional life.’ It’s this belief that the current life you’re living obviously isn’t the real one. I mean, how could it be? It’s so messed up. No, you believe you are owed a better life where all the problems have been solved, all the kinks ironed out. The present tense is only provisional. A stand-in for a perfect future that’s still very much on the way. I recognised the sentiment immediately, painfully. In everything that has gone wrong with my health these past five years and the ensuing struggle to make money, I’ve caught myself thinking that my real life must be in the post. The package got lost. I’ve felt sorry for myself for having to work and train and wait for it, and I’ve been increasingly jealous of the people who already have it (you know, adults who actually own the house they live in, and who catch long-haul flights on the regular,…