Satellite of Love
The quote of the day:
My apartment is so small and intimate, there's only space for honesty, and you just don't have room to turn your back on someone.
(hey! it's the obligatory "small apartment" photo!)
was musing on my living spaces, and how I've gravitated towards extremely small apartments. My college experiences were in the smallest dorm on campus, where less than 250 residents all knew each other; and where RAs and security guards and residents all talked with each other before anyone was reprimanded. This gave us an opportunity to test boundaries and find adult ways to compromise. It also led to having pets in the dorms, illegal activities on the front steps, underage drinks at the bar across the street, and more than a few extra guests snuck in.
The apartments I'd lived in - they kept reducing in size. I started with a four-bedroom (Glenville), in which at one point, I was the only person living there. I then moved to a three-bed with two friends (The Farrington Mansion), and then started living alone in one-bedroom apartments - one in Allston (the Aquarium), and the places in my current building in NoEnd (the Satellite of Love).
My current apartment certainly doesn't feel claustrophobic, especially when it's clean and organized. But apart from its comically high ceilings, it is extremely small (less than 400 sqft). It's like a ship - everything has one place it can fit, and when space is at a premium, you don't eff around with random crap. And when your place is shipshape, you can't help but try to keep it free of bullcrap.
I don't know if it's the space that makes me more free to be honest with myself and my friends, or if it's me that is making sure that crap doesn't stick to the walls and mess up the paint. But I do like that it can hold friends and the Big Man and myself and keep us all safe, fed, clean, warm, entertained, and comfortable.
My apartment is so small and intimate, there's only space for honesty, and you just don't have room to turn your back on someone.
(hey! it's the obligatory "small apartment" photo!)
was musing on my living spaces, and how I've gravitated towards extremely small apartments. My college experiences were in the smallest dorm on campus, where less than 250 residents all knew each other; and where RAs and security guards and residents all talked with each other before anyone was reprimanded. This gave us an opportunity to test boundaries and find adult ways to compromise. It also led to having pets in the dorms, illegal activities on the front steps, underage drinks at the bar across the street, and more than a few extra guests snuck in.
The apartments I'd lived in - they kept reducing in size. I started with a four-bedroom (Glenville), in which at one point, I was the only person living there. I then moved to a three-bed with two friends (The Farrington Mansion), and then started living alone in one-bedroom apartments - one in Allston (the Aquarium), and the places in my current building in NoEnd (the Satellite of Love).
My current apartment certainly doesn't feel claustrophobic, especially when it's clean and organized. But apart from its comically high ceilings, it is extremely small (less than 400 sqft). It's like a ship - everything has one place it can fit, and when space is at a premium, you don't eff around with random crap. And when your place is shipshape, you can't help but try to keep it free of bullcrap.
I don't know if it's the space that makes me more free to be honest with myself and my friends, or if it's me that is making sure that crap doesn't stick to the walls and mess up the paint. But I do like that it can hold friends and the Big Man and myself and keep us all safe, fed, clean, warm, entertained, and comfortable.