in musings, my home 7 comments
Thanks to you all who have sent me comments and personal emails and messages. I hate moving (esp to a rental or a smaller space).
The long and short of it all is that we have moved back to the in laws to pursue two dreams: having another baby and opening a third-wave cafe focusing on specialty coffee (sorry guys, but Starbucks is not real coffee, it’s confectionery coffee!!!). We have been passionate about coffee for a while now, (third wave style) of course…
So there it is. Sacrifices of following our dreams? The main one: moving from a spacious, lovely 220m2 (2370 sq foot) home into a 40.5m2 (430 sq foot) shoebox. Literally. Picture a shoebox. Corner off one tiny slim space (the width of a toilet bowl and a half, and the length of a small shower stall, sink and toilet bowl and narry a space to step in between) for the bathroom. As my father in law pointed out, we’ve lost 80% of our living space.
And no built ins… so every piece of furniture we bring in needs to count for way more than “just a coffee table” or “just a hall table”. I’ve had to look at pieces that go upward rather than sprawl-ward.
Pardon the clothes, unmade bed (why make bed when the rest is so bomb-shelter-like?)
So now, our TV shares a sideboard with our underclothes. Our coffee table will be dining table cum toy storage. Our bed will also store bed linen beneath. Our bedside tables will share dressing table uses… One chest of drawers will now be used to store the clothes of 2 adults and 1 very fashionable almost-4 year old.
Please do keep reading this blog as I find ways to make our shoebox a home for the next 2 years. (Or less, please God??)
Thank you for reading this major whine… I thought I should update you (and whine) hahahah :)
Thanks also for bearing and caring for me. Photos to come soon.
Blessings on you all!