You know what one of the weirdest things about moving from a one-bedroom city apartment to a suburban house (a small one, but still) was? How instantly we expanded to fit our new space.
When we were packing up our stuff from our closet-free apartment (seriously, the place had one closet; it was the worst) I had this vision of how we'd move our things into our new home and wander from room to gloriously empty room, excitedly imagining the millions of possibilities for how we'd be able to fill all that spectacular space. I thought it would take months - years, maybe - for the house to stop echoing from emptiness.
And then we moved our stuff in, and every single room was somehow immediately filled to capacity. I continue to think that a magical furniture elf arrived in the night; I have no idea how this happened.
It's mostly because of the closet situation, I think. Our new house, house-like though it may be, you see, is also a 1900 colonial, which means it has closets the size of my pinkie. But clutter makes me crazy, so I've continued to employ the space-saving tactics that I used in our old place in our new one.
