In the wake of the economic crisis, Carmella and her family decided to take stock of their lives, to live simply, to live smaller, and to live better. They moved to Wyoming, embraced the fresh scenery, and planned a 665-square foot cabin perfectly suited for their small-living dreams.
We've just wrapped up the Small Cool Contest on Apartment Therapy and we always spend time throughout the year doling out advice on how to make the best of small spaces. Which got me thinking — I actually enjoy a lot of things about living in my rather petite abode and want to focus on the upside. So in classic Letterman fashion, here is my top ten list.
There are so many things to discuss before you move in with someone, but one of the most fun — and potentially fraught — is: what will your home look like? As I've been putting the wheels in motion for my upcoming move, I've also been squirreling away images, things I like, things we'd like, the starting points for a discussion on what goes where and how we live...
Let's talk about messiness. What's your threshold for disorder? Just how many socks can pile up on the floor before you reach your boiling point? Would it cool your jets a bit to know that a messy brain may be a more creative and efficient one?
Once a month, my house gets a visitor. He's furry, drools, and loves to have his belly rubbed. Monster, a 10-year old German Shepherd/collie/chow mix, is my boyfriend's dog, and every few weeks, my boyfriend drives to his ex's house in the suburbs to pick the dog up for a week-long visit.
I'd planned to spend my weekend in the sun, potting flowers and sprucing things up outdoors. But that was before the Pair of Crows, as my husband and I began to call them in a menacing tone. Out of nowhere, the avian interlopers had set up base camp in our backyard. And talk about angry birds. These two were ready to bust out beaks and claws.
When your apartment is torn apart, when there are more boxes than seems possible, when the bubble wrap is everywhere and yet somehow insufficient, and when your to-do list is a mile long (but you can't find it or a pen), the best thing to do might be the most counterintuitive: start another project.
These kooky, friendly faces belong to my next-door neighbors, Myric and Jennifer. They moved in three years ago, around the same time we did. This newly-wed couple found themselves next door to a rockstar Dad, a stay-at-home Mom and two tiny (read: noisy) kids. But they taught me an awful lot about how to actually live out the old saying "love thy neighbor". Here's how they did it:
People may disagree, but I think one of the reasons that successful people are successful is because they have LESS stuff.
Why, you ask? Because their brains are NOT operating out of some outdated primal urge... like a caveman.
During the Stone Age morestuff was good. The ONLY way to measure success or the ability to remain alive was with possessions. The more stuff you had (i.e. the more material for survival), the more successful you were likely to be. If you had a big cave filled with sticks and brontosaurus meat, that made you a big man on campus. In those days there was a logic behind holding on to possessions and things for years to come. Clutter did not exist.
I finally had a chance to walk the High Line this week, and it exceeded my high expectations. I couldn't help but notice, however, the people whose ordinary-looking apartments were now mere feet from a pedestrian highway. And it's not like we were trying to look in their windows, but we were there to gaze. Shooting star flowers! Beautiful grasses! Some dude making coffee!