When I grow up, I will live in a moderate space. It will be mostly empty. When I walk through the house, I will glide blissfully unhindered by stuff threatening to injure my toes. My kitchen will be enormous with a dozen or so cabinets where all my dishes, pots, pans, and tupperware will reside comfortably. They will have room to breathe. When I look for tupperware, I will not swear and thrash about. The only items to live on the counter will have earned their place by everyday use. I will have an actual pantry in which I will put healthy food. The laundry room will have an efficient set of machines, stacked, and there will be a folding table with hangers awaiting the clothes fresh out of the dryer. No corners will jut to impale my temples when transferring the clothes. There will be space for the drying rack. My couches will be only for sitting. Bathtubs will be for bathing. I will have burned whatever this trinkety crap is that sits around occupying my space. Actually that’s going to happen in about five minutes. Is Zoe’s scooter ACTUALLY on the loveseat?
ha ha, I share the same dream! I really want to move, mostly so I am forced to go through all my stuff and get rid of half of it.
i laughed out loud at that. so many times that my husband came over so he could see what i was laughing at.
I guess I’m trying to think of what else a bathtub might be used for. And I hope this can remain a secret even if it’s a comment on a public blog, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a secret little compartment under the counter in the kitchen for napping that’s guarded by a fingerprint lock? Sound proof, cozy, soft and hidden.