Our 4 year old is napping soundly on her bunk bed. Our 6 year old is off at the ballet with her mom. The house is quiet. I have recently changed the soundtrack from Christmas tunes (to accompany my wrapping) to a mix of powerpop-punk (courtesy of Less Than Jake). Adding to the sense of quiet overtaking the afternoon: my roommates (read: in-laws) are not home at the moment.
For those readers who remember, my wife and I are entering our fourth month of tiny living. We converted 500ish square feet of space in my mother and father in-law’s house to a full-scale 1 bedroom apartment. And as the choruses of “whoa-oh’s” echo from my monitor’s built in speakers, I am left taking stock on this journey.
Upon my last “homefront” update, we were still deep in the renovation phase, an 11,000-dollar idea/adventure in order to dramatically reduce our expenses. We moved in on August 13th, and it has been quite a whirlwind journey ever sense. The changing of dynamics in the household, our children’s relationship and attachment levels to both sets of grandparents (my folks live less than 10 minutes down the road), what is the shape of intimacy in a studio apartment, shared time vs. self-care time; these are just a few of the unique challenges or questions that explore my mind. Now we have established a new “normal”.
Overall, there is a ton to be said about living intentionally. This is the best decision I have made in recent memory, and I cannot wait to see what the next few months are going to bring.
Wish us luck!