Little view of my work desk, which has a little view of our neighborhood.
Small, small space.
We spent a lot of energy before we even left Winston-Salem trying to pare down our belongings. No more washer and dryer; goodbye second bed, old dressers, tables; a lot of my grandmother's larger pieces of furniture are living in my brother's basement.
And yet when we got here, as soon as we stepped foot inside our space it was clear: we'd brought too much. So goodbye, entire bedroom set; goodbye gray couch. We're nearly done unpacking—in part because one solution to our small space is that we left all our books in boxes, and crammed those boxes (neatly) into the closet in King's room.
But among the things we haven't given away—and won't—are little pieces of art, gifts, cards, statuettes. These are things we collected from our past lives in Roanoke, Knoxville, Winston-Salem of course. Things we bought because they were beautiful, or that people gave us.
I'm grateful we've had this small-space experience to help us get rid of that which was extra. But I'm even more grateful, being so far away, that we have managed to collect so many meaningful totems in our lives. I get to look around and see people in our things, and very distinct memories that are special.
Thank you, things. Thank you, people. We will always make room.
Much love, Lindsay
