Oftentimes I lament the fact that we live in a small home. I just want to be able to spread out. To decorate. To paint (we rent).
Then I pull out the vacuum and remember how much I loathe cleaning.
In an instant, I’m thankful we don’t live in a mansion.
And suddenly I’m counting the blessings that come with living in a small home.
-No storage space means regular sorting and purging. Only the important things stay.
-Did I mention less cleaning? PERK with capital letters.
-I can put an album on in the living room and hear it through the whole house.
-There’s no craft room, so art is everywhere. A messy perk.
-Smaller house = smaller payments.
-Less space to decorate means less stress in decorating.
-There’s enough space to be by yourself if you want to, but not enough space to lose each other for too long. (Unless I really want to get lost, in which case you might find me in my closet eating chocolate. But that
never rarely happens).
This isn’t to say that we’ll never live in a bigger house. I have dreams of buying an older horse property in Gilbert. A single-story ranch with a basement and acres of land to plant vegetables and chickens. And let’s just be real here, my small house is only small from my suburban American perspective.
So today, I’m thankful for our small sweet home, the huge love that fills it, and the fact that it only takes five minutes to vacuum.