Big decisions made this week, although I’d honestly come to terms with them much sooner than this. The fact is, the grand move to a bigger and lovelier and older home that I had so longed for….isn’t meant to be. As it turns out, we’re already home. And we always had been. The house is no longer for sale, and all those little things that showed my personality have come out of storage and back on the walls.
It was not an easy thing to decide, this staying put. I had thought if I hoped and believed and cleaned and prepped hard enough, selling this house couldn’t help but happen. But it didn’t. Although you hear a lot about people downsizing and realizing that they don’t really need that McMansion, they still don’t seem into the idea of 1100 sq. ft of epic adorableness. And that’s what I have to offer.
And so that’s what I’ll keep. This house, while small, is like an art project. I painted and stenciled and planted and created vignettes like the one above out of digging through antique mall booths and family heirlooms.
And while it did hurt my feelings a bit (a lot) to have people turn their nose up at my little house and act like it wasn’t even possible to live in this small of a space (although somehow we’ve managed to) it has also made me a little ( a lot) defiant. I will embrace the littleness. I will fill this house with more personality than any 2500 sq. ft house could even attempt to hold. I will realize that most people in the world live quite comfortably in homes this small or even smaller. I will be content that I am where I need to be and that dreaming of other homes and other people’s opportunities don’t do anything but hold me back and make me ungrateful for what I have.
I will be home in the Little House 🙂