Three and a half years ago we MOVED! Then this summer we MOVED back! What?
A dear friend of mine had a large rental just outside of city limits with 2 acres! We took it! All 2200 sq ft. During that time I learned a lot.
I learned that:
Extra "stuff" is the enemy. Not square footage.Usually
Depression can attack no matter where you live.
No matter how much people say, "It's not a disability, it's an ability" if you were once "normal" and suddenly or over a course of an illness, car wreck, etc. you have to adjust to your new normal "disability" it can be a depression train wreck waiting to happen.
We chose to move back for financial reasons. The Miro-Mansion is paid, free and clear. Also, my Mom and Pops live across the street. Their health is poor and they need assistance. We moved back just in time for Pops to go into the hospital for a surgery. He never came home. We said good bye to him one month ago. So it's just Mom and her pack of dogs living across the street now.
Here is a post I started working on years ago, before we moved.
Seven years we have lived in this tiny house. Seven years I have struggled with all the problems that living on top of each other causes: short tempers, irrational expectations, organizing, smells, dirt, budget, depression, anxiety and contentment. This list is not exhaustive (just give me a few minutes and I'm sure I can add to the list). Let's break it down... Short tempers: Bumping into each other (all the time) gets old, I don't care how much you love the other person, at some point you will reach your boiling point. While statics tell us that summertime is the worst for domestic violence (no folks, none of that around here) due to the heat; wintertime is the worst for a family cooped up without enough square footage. As our son has entered teenage years and become a decent drummer, the sound level has risen in our small home. Also, for the past three years I have babysat our youngest granddaughter on a daily basis, so add more toys, noise, and another body to step around, over, etc..
Can you tell I was at my breaking point?
My hubby and I moved back with a 17yr-old son, two young grandchildren(that are with us A LOT)ages 2 and 6, one aging boxer, and the evil kitten.
So what's the different? First, the smelly carpet was ripped out and tossed! Brownish-yellowish nicotine stained ceilings were all primed and given a fresh coat of white paint. Next we painted as much as possible before our move-out date arrived and we purchased new sinks and faucets to replace the old cracked leaky ones. That gives me hope! We have much more to do and much more to unpack and toss but we are happy and cozy!
More updates and pictures coming soon!
Have a great Thanksgiving!
