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Day 249: The Benefits of a Small Space

Y'all.

Am I allowed to say that as a North Dakotan? Whatever.

I forgot to mention in my apartment post yesterday how nice it is to only have half of the square footage and one less bathroom to keep clean. It's really starting to convince me that we don't need the big houses I'd been looking at and dreaming about. All we end up doing is filling it up with crap and spending every free minute trying to keep it clean and organized.

The layout of this apartment works well for us, but I do recognize the benefits of a family room in addition to the main living room. I do dream of enjoying a gin and tonic in the peace and quiet while the kids make giant messes, tackle each other and scratch up the walls in a different room.

As I mentioned, we have a garage packed full of stuff. We could probably afford to get rid of about a third of it, and if we had well designed space, both living and storage, we wouldn't need nearly as much square footage as we had at our old box house. I swear I tried to go through my 6 boxes of Christmas stuff, and I could only part with about 3 things, but as our time in a small apartment passes, we are hoping to weed more closely through our stuff. I'm hoping to be better at sticking to the want-it-need-it-love-it-use-it philosophy.

I didn't want to move to an apartment, or really anything less than ideal, but it turns out it was probably a good move as it is helping us take stock of our stuff and want we want to prioritize. Don't tell my husband I said that.

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