Forget everything I’ve ever written about living small.
Forget that whole less is more philosophy that I have so often espoused.
I hereby declare that I am no longer interested in traveling light.
With this latest move – to the largest place we’ve lived since 2013 – we pulled out all the last little bits that had been stored in lockers and in friends’ homes and crawlspaces, and, we have not only put it all in here, but it doesn’t even look crowded.
You know why?
Because – this new place is YUGE!
People – I have one kitchen drawer dedicated to nothing but big bowls!
We each have our own bathroom!
In my ensuite, I have a single drawer that holds only a hairdryer, a straightener, a couple of hair clips and a brush. Those items slide around in their own little habitat, delirious with all the room to move.
There. Is. Space. Around. Every. Thing.
We have now handled all that we own. I’ve held each sock, each shirt, and all my shoes and every single related thing inhabits its own specific piece of household real estate.
There is even tons of room to walk around the bed. Do you know how easy it is to make a bed when you can do that?
This place comes with chairs and lamps and end tables. We even have a dining room table that can easily seat six people! No more perching space for only two. Nope. Chairs for all!
Oh. And a guest room that is nothing but a guest room!
Look, I am the first person to say that unless you are writing about someone yelling, “Fire!”, you should rarely use exclamation points. But I feel like I should be writing this post in all caps with exclamation points scattered throughout like the caws from the crows outside my window. Given that fact, don’t you think it is quite obvious that I’m demonstrating a mature amount of restraint?
(Perhaps I should explain a little about the crows. I am writing this from my desk that is set up in the corner of our bedroom next to the window. Right outside this window is the Sechelt Marsh, where geese, goslings, ducks, crows, endless little flitting birds, crows, pigeons and eagles all take turns conducting their avian choir).
So yes, exclamation points are scattered throughout this post like the endless cries of birds. Indulge me on this please – I’m kind of giddy.
Maybe we should talk some more about our huge home.
I’m thinking that maybe this place wouldn’t feel so large if we were downsizing from a really big house. But we aren’t.
Before this, we spent seven months in an 800 square foot cottage in Roberts Creek.
Previous to that, we spent six-months with no fixed address as we moved around the country in our tiny trailer.
And before that – we spent three years in a 745 square foot apartment.
So, in spite of it feeling like we still seem to have tons of stuff (which, obviously, we do, if it takes a solid week to put it all away), we have also spent years winnowing it down to what feels essential.
I’m going to post this now, rustle up something to eat in my ridiculously large kitchen and then organize that last remaining spot in the garage (which is going to be my new art studio!!!).
Then again, maybe I’ll put on some music and dance around in our 1220 square feet of space…because hey!
That’s what you do when you’re living large!