During my search of over 30 possible
future cities to move next year, I have been longingly looking at listings showing beautiful apartments with tall windows and old hardwood floors,
green spaces in the back and multiple bathrooms. I allow myself to dream when I
am grumble over our lack of entertaining space (“No we can’t have
friends to dinner; where would they sit?!”) and miniscule closets. Someday I will have a spare
bedroom. Someday I will be able to let my cats wander through our fenced-in
yard. It seems that HGTV has
convinced us as Americans that we all need 2,000 square feet, a stainless steel
kitchen and mass acreage in our backyards. A post on For Me For You has
challenged my thinking and allows me to consider moving to another apartment
similar to the one we are currently in. My husband recently admitted to me that
he never wants a large home because he enjoys the closeness we have in our one
bedroom. We rarely have to yell for one another, our space is not cluttered and
easy to clean, and things are always less lonely when you actually feel the presence of the person you live
with. I have begun to picture a future with my husband (and perhaps kids!) in a
little bungalow with just enough space for us to be comfortable. I believe it is more important to live
in a desirable location and in a happy
home than one that is aesthetically perfect and inappropriately sized.