This Modern Love

I have a mild obsession with Danish Modern furniture. To the point where I just go to the Craigslist furniture section and search for anything that is Danish Modern. It's kind of fun, as I get older, to notice these things about myself. To envision what my perfect house would look like; to embrace the fact that if it's Tiffany blue and belongs in a kitchen, I will buy it (I found turquoise cutting boards, very excited); to catalogue my likes and dislikes and use them to paint a picture of what my future might look like. I've definitely gone down a few wrong roads in the past couple of years, and every step in the wrong direction is a lesson in what doesn't work for me, just as every step in the right direction is an affirmation that I am slowly but surely growing into, dare I say it, an adult. I don't know why I associate "adulthood" with home decor inclinations, but I do. Just as my mother wants everything in her house to be "white, clean, like a hotel," I've realized that I lean towards vintage items, warm tones, and yes, Danish Modern furniture. The only thing I wonder is - as I grow older and more opinionated and keep developing these preferences, will I stop "trying things on for size"?