Part of me feels like I need to make excuses for my little
apartment. It has no oven, I have to pass through the kitchen to get through
the bathroom, and the small floorplan poses some interesting storage
challenges. But honestly, I love the place. It’s kind of funny, because I’ve
been reading articles and watching videos about the so-called ‘
tiny house’
movement in the US for the past couple of years, and I told myself that if I
ever had the chance to have my own tiny house, I’d jump on it in a heartbeat.
It seems like my wish has come true, even though not exactly in the way that I
expected.
Before leaving the US this time, I had to shed a lot of stuff. I got
rid of tons of clothes, sold off some things and donated others. I even sold my
car. At first, the process of shedding so much made me really anxious, but
after it was all said and done, I felt amazingly light. It even felt like I’d
cleared up some extra storage in my mind. It occurred to me that each thing
that I owned not only occupied a physical space in my life, but also took up
virtual space in my mind. Since I had to remember where everything was, even if
it wasn’t in plain sight or used every day, there was always a space or a spot
on a mental map that it occupied which helped me locate it when I needed to.
Getting rid of all those things meant I no longer had to remember them. I could
clear out those mental references and fill that space with something more
important, or just leave it blank for now.
My new apartment is located just around the corner from a
convent, and the street it’s on is called ‘Inmaculada Concepcíon’. For those
reasons, I’ve started referring to it as my nun’s cell. Since my goal this go
‘round is to focus more on productive solitary activities – namely writing – I
think my pisito is just what I need
right now, and it brings me a great deal of joy cooking a basic meal, reading
or watching TV on the couch, or just soaking up the sun while sitting in front
of the window.
Labels: ciudad real, finding my place
