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It’s kind of hard going from living in brand new construction to living in a 70+ year old house. There are so many quirky odd things about the house and so many little inconveniences that weren’t present in my new and modern townhouse. In some ways, I was well prepared (I already had an extensive collection of extension cords to address the one-outlet-per-room issue), and there are some things I might change over time (oh how I long for the gurgly song of a garbage disposal), but some things I just have to live with (sloping floors and 70 years of badly patched plaster walls).
But at the same time, I really love the new house. I love how small and cozy it is. I love how big the yard is. I love how many windows I have and how I can see trees from every one (oh how I love that!!). Just this morning my six year old was remarking on how nice our house is because it’s so small and everything is so close together. It’s hard for me to put it into words, but there’s something about the space feeling so contained, being able to see it all at once, being able to easily step into any of the other spaces, that I really love, that really makes me feel peaceful. It seems like such an odd thing to inspire a sense of peace, but I just don’t like to feel like spaces are…beyond my reach? I don’t know. As I said, it’s hard to put into words, but what I do know is that my little cozy house feels just right. If I were going to change it I might like to add another foot or two onto all of the rooms, but I don’t want more rooms, I don’t want an upstairs, I don’t want a basement, it feels just right as it is.