Tip #197: Space matters.
We have moved into our new apartment. It is not so tiny. I have not measured it, but I imagine it hovers somewhere close to double the size of our old place. In any case, we feel we are swimming in space, lousy with square footage, rich in doors and latches and barriers between rooms. We are kings and queens in a 900-square-foot palace.**
There are bedrooms, two of them. There’s a tiny office for working, a dining room for gathering, and tucked into the back corner, a kitchen for cooking. There’s space enough to turn a cartwheel and play leapfrog, but we’ve come down to earth a bit here, too, with just one flight of stairs plus one brownstone stoop between us and the sidewalk. We’ve got double the numbers of windows and quadruple the amount of light. The ceilings are high and tin.
It always feel oddly intimate to share the layout of the space I call home, but folks have asked and I’m no stranger to curiosity, so here’s a rough sketch. You’ll have to forgive the imprecision. In reality, the windows on either side of the apartment are practically flush with the corners of the rooms, and the curved entrance is far shorter. I’ve stretched things too wide, but the general sense of the space checks out and the sketch indicates the flow and function as far as both stand for the moment.
We’ve been rattling around in here for nearly a month now, pushing furniture from one wall to another and into the middle of rooms again. We are puppies, circling our beds until the fluff is just right. We are basking in the breathing room and in the ability to close a door and catch a brief moment of quiet between competing zoom calls.
**I have shaken myself out of my laziness and measured. The apartment is 800 square feet. (Still palatial by our standards.)