I posted over on Facebook recently that I'm getting rid of a bunch of our books (if you're local and want some, let me know- leftovers will head to Goodwill this weekend). Basically with the room swap over here we lost a whole lot of our bookshelf space…so I have culled and sorted and sorted and culled until it hurts and we still have too many books. Then in a moment of pure epiphany I decided to keep only as many books and we could fit on our current shelf space.
Brilliant don't you thing?
After mulling over my "drastic" decision for a few days it suddenly occurred to me to wonder why it seemed so extreme. I mean it's the only thing that makes sense, really. Books are awesome…I love books. My kids love books. My husband loves books. But that doesn't change the fact that we only have so much space in our house (and on our shelves). And we have this cool place called the library where we can borrow books to read and then return them when we are done- to be stored on someone else's shelves!
Imagine how blissfully uncluttered our lives would be if we only kept what we had space for? I know we could do it. Chuck and I lived in a tiny one room basement suite when Tilly (our third child) born. She was born in that house, in fact. Adalia (2) and Judah (1) shared the bedroom while Chuck and I (and then Tilly) slept in the living room. Our futon was our couch and our bed. And believe it or not, it wasn't cluttered. Even with two toddlers and a newborn I kept things to a minimum and it worked very well for us.
When we moved into our current house we had seven children. Now we have fourteen (though only eleven live at home- two years ago we had thirteen at home). Things are getting tigher. Now only are there now more people (and bigger people) but our house doubles as a one room schoolhouse…and triples as office for my business and my husband's business.
So my new goal? Too keep only what fits comfortably in our house. Humans get priority.
How about you?
Is yor living space comfortable?