When I first visited our new house, it was nearly empty and seemed so small, especially compared to our previous house. During the months of renovation, it seemed even smaller, filled with lumber and tools and whatnot. But now that we're mostly moved in, I can't figure out where all this space came from!
Now, it still isn't a huge house— it's approximately 1,150 square feet, 300 less than our previous house—and missing the nice, modern basement of the same size. But it definitely isn't the teeny house I'd been planning on all these months, and as furniture is arranged and boxes are emptied, I find myself continuously amazed by all the available space. We could have a credenza in the dining room! And a bookshelf in the living room or in the sunroom, and a cart/island in the kitchen, maybe a little bistro table/breakfast nook in the sunroom, and ooh, a reading chair by the window in the bedroom!
I'm definitely not trying to fill the place up or make it crowded, but I'm thrilled by the notion that I could add furniture and it still wouldn't be crowded. After over a decade in studio apartments, this boggles my mind... and my budget. I never had to worry much about furniture because there wasn't any room for furniture, but now I'm imagining all the pieces that would make our home so pleasant, cozy, and functional. Until affordable, attractive credenzas suddenly make themselves available, I will be basking in all the beautifully empty space.
Have you ever misjudged the size of a new place? Were you caught off-guard by how big/small it was, or did you find yourself amazed by the fact that you had way too much/not enough stuff?