Space is a luxury

By now, a lot of us know that having a large house means needing to have a large sum of money, too. Or a large sum of family fortune that would be passed down to you. This rainy Sunday morning, where my laundry bag has accumulated 9 kg of clothing over the course of 2 weeks, I sincerely wish I had that space. While I love my apartment, and the protection it has given me, I’ve always wished there were enough space for the things that I do. My laundry is one example. I would’ve liked to have a room just for my hobbies. I would’ve liked to have a room just to dance. I would’ve liked a room just to eat and mingle. Looking back, I should’ve gone with a two-bedroom apartment. However, a two-bedroom apartment means more space, and more space translates to some people as more company, and I don’t like company at my apartment (except for my husband of course.) It sounds strange, but I’ve always regarded my apartment as my sanctuary. It has a chaotic type of organization that I only appreciate,…