I love living downtown. I love that my grocer, my baker, my florist, the fish monger, and the guys at the deli all know my name. That they notice when I've been away. I've said it before: living downtown in more like living in a small town than living in the wastelands of suburbia ever could be. And it's not just my neighbors that I love … I love my home (photos). All 576 square feet of it. It's mine — every inch. Sure, it would easily fit in many of y'alls living rooms. But it's all the space I need. I won't lie: I've thought about buying the unit next door, and combining the two (1100 square feet! woot!) … but the thought seldom lasts. What would I do with all that space? No… I think I'll keep it right where it is.
Living small is where it's at. It forces you to edit … to focus on what delivers, on what's worth the effort — the room! It fosters creativity. Necessity being the mother of invention, and all.
Anyway, that's today's good report: living small is where it's at!
This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
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