I’m House-sitting this week
The people I’m house-sitting for have a big, beautiful house, far nicer than anything I will probably live in in my entire life. And it’s nice to be there. I’m staying over night so the neighbours “know someone is there” because an unattended, big, nice house is kind of a target, and my little low income (but brand new) apartment with it’s already breaking down elevator is…not as much a target. But today I was thinking how strange it is I’m going back over to my apartment just to hang out, because I like being here. It’s home. My stuff is here. and it’s just less creepy being alone in a 1-bedroom 1-bath than being alone in a 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom, 2 living room, one sunroom, mega-kitchen, dining room, 2 office, laundry-room, garage, furnace room, work-out-room, big-back yard-type house. I guess I prefer living within my means not only because it’s financially responsible, but because bigger-than-necessary places kinda freak me out right now.
