Small Things

I enjoy our cute little house. Travis & I fit in it perfectly along with our cat & dog. It’s all we need.

Then something happens… like friends and family want to come over and I just get so embarrassed. This is a small house. Anything more than Travis, me, cat, and dog is too many. I’m not trying to be rude by not inviting folks over, I just don’t have the space.

As long as folks are really close, sure, sit on the couch together. It can fit up for 5 adults of average size, maybe 6 if a couple are skinny. That’s just basic sitting upright too… none of the getting comfy and leaning buiness.

Basically I don’t enjoy having folks over because I’m just fretting so much inside my own head about how small and uncomfortable this house is for guests. We dont have a kitchen/dinning room table and chairs. There is the couch to sit, that’s really it… unless you want to count this cheapo ottoman purchased on Amazon. Sure, you can sit on that but it’s not comfy. Oh, I guess I do have this desk chair. This has been the worst chair that I have ever bought. I purchased too quickly out of need after moving in. In the store it felt nice and comfy, sturdy even. Here we are today and it’s wonky and squeaks like a mofo.

Basically I’m embarassed and that’s just on me. I know there’d no good reason to feel that way. We have what we have… my brain still tries to compare it to what others have. That’s where I get tripped up.

sigh

We’ll be here at least another year and a half. Maybe we’ll get a larger place after that if we can afford it.