One thing I noticed as I brought the boxes into my newly rented very small house is that it sure is small. As with most small spaces I’ve lived in, there is plenty of floor space, it’s just arranged all wrong. There’s no room for a stove and fridge, unless you happen to want to climb over the stove to work at the counter. There is only one closet in the whole house, and it is a very small one with one old piece of plumbing pipe hung at the top and (wow, lucky me) a few oddly spaced shelves down one side-which of course take away space that would otherwise have been for hang up clothes. And then there’s a very strange gap next to the shower with two small cabinet doors and a lot of space that you can’t get to without climbing behind the toilet.
Who ever arranged things like that? Still, it will be a good place to be for a few months. The question at this point is whether or not I want to stay there more than six months, where I will live if I don’t, and what I will do with everything I own if I do. Because a heap of boxes in the middle of the oversized living room floor just won’t do, even though I’ve never spent much time living in any living room I’ve owned.
(I have a love-hate relationship with my new job. I seriously doubt it will last more than a year. No one but me on staff seems to care if it goes or stays. And I’m ready to get back to Missouri anyway. Maybe things will change. I love the community, but I already miss my woods and their owls, and my yard.)