Living in a small apartment with three people is an exercise in patience and respect. It’s funny because each of us have our own projects to get on with, but we also have our own patterns and habits.
Let’s just say it’s a full house. A full flat. A small and full one-bedroom flat.
In a dream world we’d live a few streets over where the homes are large, with studies and sitting rooms and gardens full of roses. In a dream world we’d have separate bathrooms, and Cath Kidson sheets, and super king beds with mints on our pillows.
And maybe one day that will happen. But today we are getting along in this cramped apartment – not pulling our hair out, not having arguments, and not driving each other crazy. At least not all the time.
Because in my world, the one I walk through and laugh in and am thankful for every day – I have more love than anyone could ask. And while this place is chalk full of people, it’s also brimming with care and concern and good company.
A little space is a good thing. But having your husband and mother nearby is quite fantastic too.
* That being said, Zsolt and I are escaping for a one-night get away this weekend to the New Forest. Ohhhh yeah! Cream tea, three course dinner, and English breakfast – here we come! This is an abnormal splurge for sure, but who doesn’t benefit from the occasional indulgence? It’s a little bit of dream come true.