There’s something extremely sexy about a guy that can rock lounge wear. For me, it’s right up there with a solid, fitted black tee or a white button-down collared shirt.

Take note, men. Bring back those basics. As much as I love a good suit and tie, there’s just something about a guy that can bring the cool factor even in soft cotton ordering-in Mexican food (real events). Also, men’s lounge clothes are by far more comfy than women’s. I’m not sure who decided this but my instinct tells me it’s women’s marketing in general scheming over a way to sell that “boyfriend” look. “Your own tee” just doesn’t have the same ring, does it?

Maybe I’m particularly biased toward lounge wear because I feel like I have been doing the opposite of lounging. A fifth move in six years is on the horizon and I have to say, I’m actually pretty okay with it. I’m more than okay, actually. This is a move for me. A move a bit further out, sandwiched between some of my favorite places and still adored with the requisite coffee shops and bakeries. Sunsets from my bedroom window, San Francisco charm and space to sprawl (in lounge wear, of course) are in my very near future.

The boxes, recruited help and tireless packing hours await. What I have learned to love most about moving is that it forces me to evaluate possessions, start with a clean(er) slate and have a fresh start. And wear lounge clothes.

I’ve learned that it’s invaluable to feel at home when you’re home. To feel like you can return to your own space (perhaps in your “boyfriend tee”) and not constantly feel like you’re walking into or infringing on someone else’s. Pretty soon, I’ll be able to put on my lounge wear and kick back with a glass of wine at sunset and feel settled, at ease, and at peace.