|from a real state window on my Paris street|
At 8:00 a.m., I can hear the next door neighbour leave and return and the flushing of toilets. This is
indeed the smallest housing that I have ever rented
|the kitchen in my rental|
and large living/dining area. The current market value of our apartment is about the same as the apartment shown above.
|the linen/coat/storage closet chez moi à Paris|
There are 2 rooms in the comparable Paris apartment ( listing shown above). The kitchen is open to the large room and there is a bedroom. There is no elevator and fourth floor means fifth floor. This apartment is a beautifully converted attic. It does look bright and airy.
At home, I grumble about lack of space. Monsieur plays music and owns amps, cords, bass guitars, music stand, microphones etc. Sometimes he needs to change the strings on his guitar. I treasure my dining table. I'm not sure that 2 rooms would accommodate us.
Every time I return home from solo travel, I wonder why I need so much space. Each year, I declutter a bit more and I have limited my purchase of décor items. My neighbour volunteers in a charity thrift store so I donate unused items. It is an ongoing challenge and at my age, I feel that it is irresponsible to leave it to my daughter.
Besides the need for storage space, we seem to have a far greater need for privacy. Right now, I can hear every movement of my neighbour. A motion sensor light outside alerts me to late-returning residents, the cat or....I have the same situation in Mexico.
At home, there seems to be a greater need for privacy or for insulation from life. Within my own four walls or in my private vehicle, I am protected from the outside world. I wonder if in North America that kind of "insulation" is becoming too pricey personally, societally and environmentally.