I’m loving living in this little house. Compared to the two room apartment I moved from, it feels like a castle. I have an upstairs, a back yard, two bathrooms, and the kitchen sink is large enough for a 10″ skillet.
In the State Street apartment I learned how to cook in a tiny galley kitchen on a Murphy stovelette for four years, but now I’m cooking at an island with a view! When I told Pierre that it seemed like a long way from the stove to the sink, he just looked at me and reminded me that I didn’t have to walk at all in the old kitchen–just pivot and turn. It was truly great practice for cooking on a sailboat.
It makes me realize how the spaces we live in can end up shaping how we live. It feels like a huge exhalation, like I can spread out more, take up more room, use up two closets if I feel like it. I’ve never had this feeling before and I’m liking it. It makes my whole life feel larger and more expansive.
And that–as Martha would say–is a good thing.