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image via Andersson Wise
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I received an e-mail from a reader last night, Serrin, (great name yes?) suggesting I take a peek at the portfolio of Andersson Wise, an architecture firm in Austin. After an hour spent ogling their amazing structures, I was in a sort of reverie over the idea of a small (tiny even) house.
I realize this isn't revolutionary, but the act of packing away most of our belongings while the house is being put back together post-flood has underscored how very little we need to live. In fact, I'd even say the living with less part has made our day-to-day existence infinitely more simple and enjoyable (despite the general mess and aggravation of the whole process).
Again not revolutionary, but when you have a lot of stuff, you have to take care of a lot of stuff. And this taking care of stuff takes time. I didn't realize how much time I had been spending taking care of my stuff until, well...I didn't have to anymore. I knew this fact inherently; I've even created an entire blog that essentially documents my quest to have a simpler life by acquiring fewer possessions. But "one less shirt here", "one less lamp there" really only inches the needle toward simplicity. By packing everything away, I instantly had the more mellow lifestyle I've been desperately chasing (apparently in vain).
With all this new found free-time, I read (a lot...more on that later), bake, write, conjure-up projects with the girlies. It's been a game changer. So (and I know you guys will be dubious given the copious amounts of griping I've subjected you to) the march toward household "normalcy", which will cumulate in reinstating all of that "stuff" back into each room, makes me just a smidge melancholy. Don't get me wrong, I want our house back, I do...big time, but I'm pretty sold on our current super-minimal existence.
Somehow I'm feeling like there's going to be a really big garage sale in my future...