The living room. Oh, sweet, sweet, light-filled living room. We're crazy about you!
We wake up to the sun beaming through the French windows, then we get it pouring in from behind in the evenings from the kitchen windows. GLORIOUS. Considering the last two sitting rooms we've had have been places I rarely actually sat in, this is a marked improvement. I like to draw here, I sit on the ledge and listen to the city below, I bring my book to the couch, I spend more than 5 minutes a day in here now, as opposed to only when I hoover it, as was the case in previous places!
I love that it's like a jungle in here. We went from 140 square metres to just over 85, so the plants had to huddle up a little. Basically there are plants on every surface, everywhere. I even considered putting one out in the stairwell but then had a surge of guilt that one would be "in exile" so had to anxiously appease him by putting him somewhere extra lovely. So much of my life is governed by ridiculous anxiety. Sigh.
One thing I am not anxious about is hoovering this place. I did the whole flat this morning and it was over in half an hour. And that was being thorough, too- none of the flight-of-the-bumblebee, someone-is-coming-over "perimeter" hoovering. Love it. Any home that means less work to clean is a-ok in my book. The Helsinki flat used to take from morning until late afternoon to thoroughly clean. What were we thinking? 130 square meters for two nerds? Bah!
I'm really loving living in a smaller flat. We've curated so we're surrounded only by the things we really love, we use each room rather than having 3 extra rooms that just accumulate stuff (and dust) and are never even entered. Unfortunately for any guests, it's back to the ole' air mattress on the floor routine rather than a cozy room, but considering we rarely have visitors and my entire family now live far, far away, ça va.
And how about those plants, huh? How much are they loving this new place? I know, right? Jungley!