Don’t dig there, dig it elsewhere.
Life is fairly tedious here in the garret today. I still have a head cold and nasty cough, so I’m feeling pretty miserable.
The weather is miserable too. Things are supposed to be brightening up, but it’s snowing again, so I don’t much feel like taking a walk today. Anyway, getting in and of the building means negotiating an obstacle course. Talk about urban survival skills.
There are a bunch of blokes digging up the footpath right outside my ‘personal’ door. And, they don’t just make a lot of noise and mess, they dig through telephone cables, broadband cables, water mains, sewage pipes…. eewwww.
Anyhow, I can’t go anywhere because I have no idea where my wallet has got too since I bought a friend a couple of pairs of spectacles on Monday. No money and no cards. I need to sort that out today.
On the bright front, I have water again. Living without water doesn’t just mean no tea, it also means no laundry, and no bathroom. eewwww again.
And I have phone and internet, so life isn’t all bad.
And Marmaduke gives me a hug at night.
decided was forced to downsize my life, I also needed to downsize the space I was trying to exist living in. I had to reduce my footprint. I needed money for more interesting things than where I spent the night. Only sad people are freeloading on sofas.
How much space do you want? How much space do you need.? I know a few single people living in 3 bedroom homes, (of a couple of thousand square feet), where one, (or more), of the bedrooms is just a place to store junk. (That’s in addition to the garage, which for most women is also a place to store junk.)
The biggest 5 bedroom home I ever owned was just less than 4,000 square feet, and that’s a lot of unused space when I mostly lived in aeroplanes and hotels. You know what? I never felt comfortable in that place. The garret is a tenth of the size of that baby mansion, and I am extremely comfortable and at home here.
Remember, if you want to change the way you live, then one of the things you want is a lot of spare cash to waste on interesting things, and square footage costs money. By the time you add the mortgage, taxes, power, decorating, furnishing, paying for a cleaner… square footage costs a lot of money.
The smallest place I have ever lived, for any length of time, was an Austin Healey Sprite sports car ~ and I cannot recommend living in your car, unless the other alternative is living on the street, (which I have also tried). I lived in an hotel for quite a while, and that room, (including bathroom), was about 70 square feet. (Trust me, I’m a draughtsman, I can do square footage by eye and memory.) Add in a kitchen area and I could have lived for 3 months in a home of 100 square feet. If you can live in a place for 3 months you can live in it forever.
Come to think of it, when I first bought the land for a trailer park, I lived in a touring caravan, (travel trailer), for several months, which was most likely about 72 square feet.
Therefore, I contend that a single person can make a perfectly reasonable home in 100 square feet, or maybe a little more, say 168 sq ft. The trick is to use the rest of the world as part of your home. Do not entertain, do not do your laundry, do not necessarily shower…, in your home. The outside world is a big place, use it.
The question is ~ are you a true Renaissance Man, do you want to spend all your salary on where you live, or do you want a life?
I have a
guideline rule, rule #2 nobody is allowed into the garret. All other people ever do is use up your space. That applies doubly to women. All women need a lot of square footage ~ women carry around a lot of clothes, shoes, personal crap, mess, stuff, junk they’ve bought at thrift stores, more stuff, more junk…
Be a man, learn some trades, build your own place, keep your women out of it.