Tonight I put the kids to bed and curled up with my iPad and cheesy Nicholas Sparks flick. Aside from having watched the kissing montages from The Notebook over and over again, I’m not a huge fan of his oeuvre.
Watching Safe Haven wasn’t so much a fulfillment of my heart’s desire (although my heart does kind of desire Josh Duhamel right now even though he is tainted by Fergie but I’m going to try not to think about that).
I know that lots of people desire a big house. A nice, big Victorian house.
I didn’t realize that so many people had a deep, abiding love for leaking roofs, single pane windows and no closet space to speak of but hey, to each his own.
To be fair, we only occupy less than half of the house, the other half is rented out. Once I was sitting on the porch when a couple (I’m going to generalize) hippies walked by and spat out, “It disgusting that only two people would live in a house this big.”
I’m not one to defend myself but I did reply (to myself) Eight people live here. 3500 square feet divided by eight people is less than 450 square feet per person. How big is your apartment?
But I digress.
Today I found myself daydreaming about a tiny house, like this little lovely.
I used to live in a tiny house. In fact, it was on top of the one I live in right now. For a time it was the perfect relationship solution. You live your life just the way you want to (and keep your stuff in the big house) and I’ll live my life the way I want to (and keep my stuff in the tiny house).
But then we kept breeding and it didn’t make any sense to live up on the aerie so I moved all of us downstairs and now rent out the top floor.
Yep. I used to live there. It used to be mine.
It looks bigger than it is, it’s only about 1000 square feet and you can only walk upright in about 600 feet of it.
After spending the night there, Emily mentioned that it feels so much bigger than it really is. She should know exactly how large it is because she redesigned it after the fire.
“Of course it feels big,” I said, “there’s no crap in there. Anywhere. No toys, no tchtochkies, no nothing. Just built-in furniture and sunlight.”
Feeling rather nostalgic for the past, I made a list of the pros and cons of living upstairs.
Yes, I know the paper is upside down but I’m a lefty and everything I do is a little wrong.
Life was easier back then. I didn’t have to compromise with Lonny. And he could say the same thing, he didn’t have to compromise with me or endure my endless digging through his stuff.
I think we had stumbled upon the recipe for marital bliss.
Shit. Never mind.
But it was marital bliss without the kids, who annoying as they can be, add a whole new dimension of bliss to my life, even though it can be fleeting at times.
Anyway, I don’t know where the fuck this is going. I’m just feeling tired of someone else’s stuff everywhere, and my stuff everywhere, and how long it takes to clean this place up, and watching guy films ALL THE TIME. I’m tired of noise, too. Really tired of it.
I just want quiet. I want to pad around in bare feet that don’t hurt and have my house stay tidy for more than five seconds.
I also wonder what I could be doing with all the time I spend trying to keep my house from getting swallowed up by the chaos that is Lonny and two kids.
Heck, what would I do with all the time I waste on this stupid blog? Maybe I could get a job and make some money and buy a little house all my own. Maybe.
In Boulder? It would have to be one hell of a job, especially for a marginally educated nut-job such as myself. Dare to dream. If you need me, I’ll be in my room watching Nicholas Sparks adaptations and feeling very dirty.
Time to cut the crap.
I love that you listed “No room for my family” under Pros. That is all 🙂
But lest you think I’m a monster, it’s under “cons” too.
Thanks. You crack me up!!
It gives me ideas on some the upstairs of some of the houses we are looking at to refurb. Those weird little upstairs areas that nobody does anything with. Now I have thoughts, but no money.
My carpenter said it was like outfitting a boat, every inch of space was used.
It’s just very cool using all the space. The windows are a great thing otherwise it could be oh so dark.
That last pictures disturbs me. TVP flavored-like chicken. That just sounds so wrong. I mean I’ve eaten things that have TVP in them, it’s just the name of it, ya know.
What disturbs me is that I bought it. I was pregnant and hormonal. Yah. That’s the ticket.
Do you remember that Geico commercial about tiny houses? It’s how we used to feel about our 1865 row house in Baltimore after having two kids. “This is not awesome!” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXKqdi0Wp0E
Heck, it feels that way in my bathroom. Everyone just has to cram in there at the same time. Why?
Ohhhhh…. I love that space. It’s so very pretty. I live in one of those old drafty houses with creaky floors and single pane windows, but I long for something like that. Someday!
Have a massive house fire and you, too may have a lovely space like this.
Hmm… I think I will look for a slightly less destructive path. I’ll keep it in mind though.
In my case it is referred to as making lemonade.
My daughter wants to build a tiny house in the back yard for her and her dog. Solar panels, small porch, tons of built ins, and zero clutter. I’m tempted to help her do it =)
You should do it! Have you seen this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXDu2U-CmkI I love how it can be towed around.
What a bright young man, I will be sure to show her the video when she gets home.
I bet his family is so proud of him. I sure would be.