Here in Massachusetts we are getting our first big snow of the season. It is beautiful, but of course, a pain if you need to drive anywhere. No mind, though, because without the 4 seasons, we wouldn’t have a real spring. What a rush that is.
It’s also quite cold. This morning I talked with a friend who is trying to sell his big Victorian down the road. You know, lovingly restored, nooks and crannies all over the place, immense charm – and useless insulation. The heating bills are horrible, and the upkeep, too. My house, he said, is actually his favorite — “the perfect size”.
I couldn’t agree more. Our 1951 colonial-ranch is much smaller than today’s American ideal. In reality, though — it’s just right for our family. It’s easy to stay connected with all the main rooms on one level. Our bathrooms are small, but they serve their purpose and force us to stay on top of our clutter. We don’t have bonus rooms – meaning we use every room in the house, including the living room.
Overall, our little mid century jewel boxes give us less to clean, less to maintain, less to pay taxes on, less to heat. Still, they give us plenty enough to make for a happy home.
