Our old home, where we lived six months ago, was a duplex. It had two bedrooms, a living room/dining room, a kitchen, washer/dryer hook-ups, dishwasher, and extensive amounts of storage space. We really loved it there, although I'll admit, by the end we were running out of space given the ever increasing belongings of a two-year old.
Then we moved into someone's basement for six weeks, then our house for three months. Our house had everything our duplex had, except double, because it was two floors. We really didn't use the bottom floor though. But all the rooms were a little to a lot bigger than at our duplex, and we had much less stuff, as it was mostly in our storage unit. Plus, we had a carport, so we didn't have to scrape our windshield. That was the good life.
Now we live in the first floor of a converted house. It has three bedrooms, one of which we use as a computer/storage room, a living room, a eat-in kitchen (thank goodness only three of us eat there on a regular basis), and no storage space. There is a washer/dryer, but it's shared with the other two floors, and coin-operated. The bedrooms are very small. We park on the street, wherever we can find a spot. There is no dishwasher. There was no fridge, so we bought one. Turns out we still need a storage unit, albeit a smaller one, for more money. In many ways this is a step-down from what we had (which we were not anticipating in the years we dreamed of graduating and getting a job).
But this place has some beautiful positive aspects too. We are together. We are close to a temple. It is our home, and we don't have to leave, or find a new place to live anytime soon. We still fit. And it feels like home. What more does your dwelling place really need?
