It has happened overnight. I want a house. I'm sick of living in an apartment. It happened just like that. I have lived in an apartment pretty much all of my entire adult life, and I've always liked it. Yes, the upstairs neighbor kid bugged me but that was OK. That was just apartment living. And I was an apartment dweller. Now I'm a disgruntled apartment dweller.
The upstairs neighbor kid still bugs me but now I have to worry if MY crying kid is keeping the neighbors awake at night. This space was perfect for two. It's fine for three but I'd (selfishly, I know) like a bit more elbow room. I work from home, which means my "office" is in the kitchen in plain view of visitors, dinner guests and the like. No, I don't mind if you check your email from my computer but please don't close all of the Windows I have open without saving the 30-page translation I was working on. I don't have any top-secret dealings but I'm a bit weird about my work stuff and the arrangement of things on my "desk" (tiny side table) and even though it is right there in the middle of everything, I'd prefer you not pick up my paperweight. Sorry, I'm odd that way. I really liked when my office had its own space and was out of the way.
We had enough storage for two and we are still pretty good at being strategic in 900 square feet of space (though Italian homes have no closets - you have to buy big bulky "wardrobes," which take up some of that precious space) but most of the time I feel like I'm playing a losing game of Jenga just to get a can out of the cupboard. Let's not talk about all of the laundry I have draped everywhere. Then we live in a building with three apartments and a two-car garage that we pile all three cars into one after the other. That means everyone has to leave his keys downstairs and we have to play musical cars moving the other cars just to get our car out. That was an inconvenience before I had a kid but now it's next to impossible to wedge myself in between the cars (that was fun during the later months of pregnancy) while holding Dylan almost over my head, open the door a crack and try to put my wriggling child in his car seat. Not to mention when I come home and have a kid AND groceries.
Yes, I'm ready for a house. I am slowly transforming into a future suburbanite. I guess you'll next see me at the hybrid minivan dealership (full options including backseat DVD player). Meep meep. What has become of me?
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I have only lived in an apartment once (for 3 years in London) and can't say i miss it. Houses are way better IMO, more space and privacy, places to store things like bikes cars and nice gardens to hang out in (bonus in Sicily with hardly any public ones!) etc etc. For me having a kid has nothing to do with it; i am not so keen to move into our bigger place, this little house is fine! Think you made a typo though - 900m2 for your apartment - i think you mean 90m2!! Vanessa
I corrected it. I meant 900 square feet. Wow, I'm starting to think in (albeit incorrectly) metric. Who knew?
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