So, we made the obvious decision, which is to downsize our home from 1600 square feet to 1000 square feet. Of course this is the best solution, right? RIGHT? Here's the rub: Jeff got an awesome job opportunity in our favorite city, San Diego, he took it, and we're moving down this week. But guess what? Finding a place to live in a major city near the beach is much harder and much more expensive than in our current city,
First round: maternity clothes, nonsentimental newborn stuff, broken tricycles, Target dollar section toys, world's largest food processor, ridiculously awkward double stroller
Second round: superfluous and overly specific cooking utensils, crockpot, panini pan, neglected cookbooks, tacky children's books, ugly wall art
Third round: waffle maker, wok (one large, one small), one dresser, all nightstands, guest bed, Hungry Hungry Hippos
Fourth round: couch, most pots and pans, excessive baby blankets (how did we end up with all these baby blankets?!), desk chair, coffee table, giant bouncy rocking horse, originally named Alfonso as a nod to that fantastic 80s version of Pippi Longstockings.
You see? Each round offers me more boldness. Soon I'll be posting everything on craigslist: my wedding ring, the vacuum, the dining room table, and so on. It's a slippery slope and it just feels so so good to be sliding.
If any of you have ever lived in a small space, I'd love to hear your tips or advice. For example, where will I keep my vacuum if I choose not to sell it to someone in a Rite Aid parking lot?