Finally, we are here in our new house. Three days after the move, the house is in order. The house looks livable already, thanks to my husband and his OCD. I definitely miss my old home, because this house is a lot smaller. The bathroom is unbelievably small. The tiniest bathroom I’ve had. And to think that we are going to live here for two years or so makes me want to cry. The third bedroom is so small that I want to make it into a closet, but I can’t. It’s the baby’s room. In the kitchen, we’ve had a leaky pipe-water everywhere, but we managed to contain it by constantly emptying the bucket and shutting the water at night. Sigh. Few hiccups here and there but not too bad.
Because of how the small our new house is, all I can think of is how am I going to decorate it like a Scandi home that I’ve been talking and dreaming about forever. Am I gonna have it? The more I think about it, the more I’m panicking inside my head, because there’s simply not a lot of space in the house for anything. Things are in a place where they shouldn’t be, like bins in the spare bathroom, you know it just looks horrible. This is a challenge that I am willing to embrace. Space vs. Look? I think that’s the name of the challenge.
Though the garden is much smaller, I plan on making a vegetable garden on the side of the fence. I would like to plant flowering plants in the back of the garden. Another garden in the front of the house would be a great idea too, since it’s so bare right now. I might build a portable planter so that we can just pack it with us in two years to our next home or make a pot scape. I don’t know if that’s a word. Ah the joys of a military life. You got to think about how your’re going to pack things and making everything portable so when the tour is done, all you do is carry everything and move to the next location.
I know I’ve mentioned small this, small that, comparing everything and I know it sounds bad. Hey, I’m just adapting now. And honestly I don’t really mind the small space, because I know at the end of the day we have a roof over our heads. And the one thing I was really looking forward to is, finally, my husband will be home every night! For so long I had to deal with everything by myself, taking care of the kids and the house. So, no matter if I had a big house before, my family was not complete because my husband was working two hours away from us and only saw him on the weekends. I’m so happy that we are finally in one place this time. We can actually live normally now and that my friends is so much worth it than having a big house.
I would like to know how you guys cope with a small place and how you decorated it? And for the military family out there, or simply families on the move, tell me your experience on moving to places constantly.