spacing in and out

upon thinking about it, i'm not that interested in getting more furniture. an observation that comes out of nowhere? not so much. although i've found myself bitching lately about needing more space and feeling ashamed because my house is tiny, this week has changed my mind.

number one: i had people over and there was room! turns out you can fit six women quite comfortably in my living room conversion from what could have been a bedroom, leaving spots for the cats to wander and all the chicks to have glasses of wine. there was even space for random piles of candy on the coffee table and a wandering box of cookies while we watched "mean girls" and chatted about stupid shit in the latest edition of OK! magazine. (people like me - EEE!) now that i've figured out how to fit a few people into the apartment, i think it would be okay to have a tiny gathering now and then. cozy is cool.

number two: as milana finishes her moving, we've exhanged complaints about how taxing it is to haul all of our shit up and down stairs in buildings that have no elevator. when i think of my stuff in a moving sense, i think of how much each thing weighs. it makes "the culling times" more sensible and less traumatic. it would not be underestimating to say that i've lost close a thousand pounds in the past year with all the moving. of course, all the things i keep based on sentimental value are made of paper, thereby weighing about more than a dozen baby elephants. hmmm, and here i thought that collecting correspondence wouldn't be cumbersome. oh sure, it's small... but dense and heavy. ever tote a big box of postcards? my arms are longer than they used to be thanks to all that gravity.

number three: as has been pointed out to me, the more space you have, the more you fill it up with more stuff. people tend to accumulate based on the area they have been given to use. imagine my shock when it occurred to me that there are more than a few people in the world who are a teensy bit envious that i can function so well in a smaller space. the minimalist side of me keeps my need for more more more on the stuff side in check. to an extent. most of the time. just don't look at my multitude of adhesive supplies, okay?

so the apartment we're in is sort of growing on me, for now. (i reserve the right to be fickle!) hey, it's better than moving again. i know veronica is totally feeling me on this one. maybe i can convince the master to come and help the next time i have to pack up my shit. oh, and i hear that liz is good at getting settled in to a new place. she doesn't even sleep while unpacking.

bleh. transitioning still sucks in spite of all the brave faces. whine whine whine. change is great, change is exciting, change gives new perspective. blah bitty blah blah blah. and so it goes. you can be as cheery or adaptable as you want about it, but finding a new place on the windowsill for your precious tchotchke completely blows.


why i heart mary this week:
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