It's been 25 days since we moved and I'm still trying to wrap my head around our new 1035 square foot space. Slightly smaller than our last house minus a whole unfinished basement full of stuff that we can (and need to) live without.
My body seems restrained as I go about my daily routine, not yet used to the distances, doorways, corners and the arrangement of furniture. It has me thinking about this book again, due for another read. Gaston Bachelard writes that the house is a nest for dreaming, a shelter for the imagination. I've got a lot of work ahead of me and it's hard to get much done in a day with little boppers running around but a little bit every day will keep the inertia in check. After all, this will (hopefully) be our home for at least the next few years.
Stay tuned for future works in progress...
