Cramped Spaces and Good Times

We used to live in a 680 square foot house that had 3 bedrooms and a “large” porch. Needless to say the rooms were very small. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were actually one room. You could sit on the couch with your feet propped up on the kitchen table, and if we needed anything out of the fridge while we were eating I didn’t even have to get up out of my chair. You did not have to travel very far for  the bathroom either as it was basically part of that room as well, just more partitioned with an actual door and walls. When you had company over you could hear every word they were saying because they were sitting directly beside you with the thinest of panelling between you and you just hoped and prayed that the noises you were making weren’t as audible as theirs.

Although that house was cramped and crowded, I have so many good memories in there. So many memories that would not be the same if we had lived in a house where you could stand in a certain area of the house and NOT see into every room. It also had an absolutely gorgeous backyard. We often had barbecues back there, and after we would all come inside and crowd around the kitchen table to play cards, finding any possible thing to sit on. Those were the best of times, and definitely not the worst of times. I don’t know about you, but it seems that my fondest memories are when things do not go exactly as planned, or things are not absolutely perfect. We always want more then we have. But, more often then not, what we have is just what we need.