House hunting. I’m not personally involved in purchasing a house, but I got to tag along with my sister and her husband while they looked at one yesterday. I would be lying if I said I did not have all sorts of conflicting thoughts and feelings as we walked through this 3-story, 5-bedroom, 4-bathroom house with a 3-car garage that was, approximately, the same square footage as my entire apartment. The garage, that is. The garage is the same size as my apartment.
On the one hand: wouldn’t it be nice to have all that space!
On the other: nobody needs that much space!
On the one hand: oh, be still my heart! A walk-in closet!
On the other: in New York, that is what we call a “half bedroom.” And also, it is at least the size of the room the boys’ sleep in.
On the one hand: look at all those closets! All those shelves in the garage! Think of all the things you could store there!
On the other: think of all that junk those closets are going to be filled up with, all that stuff that’ll never be used.
On the one hand: those granite counter tops are lovely. Wouldn’t it be thrilling to knead bread dough on those counter tops.
On the other: or you could knead bread dough on a cheap cutting board at a fraction of the cost.
I think it is safe to say that I love living in Brooklyn. I love that I know how unnecessary 4,000 square feet, a bathroom for every child, a separate game room actually is. I love talking with my friends about how we manage with the small spaces and limited resources we have. And, let it be known, I do sometimes roll my eyes at those who think they can’t get along without two cars or a craft room or a master suite with his-and-her closets.
But let it also be known that when the time comes for us to move from Brooklyn, I will be first in line for the house on a full acre of land with a Viking range, a home theatre, a heated pool, and a shed in the back where Micah and I have our writing/designing studio.
First in line.