I always took it for granted that I would never have a house of my own, mainly because of the expense. But as I found myself longing for a place to which I could retreat for a time, a place without clocks, without noise, without distraction, only then – when I began to investigate how I could go about building a simple retreat, just a room, did I ask myself:
“Just what is a house?”(I’m still working on the answer.)
I am noticing how much space I actually use on a consistent basis – and it is a lot less than I would have imagined – which led me to ask myself:
“How much space do I really need?”
The answer to that question is, “Not as much as I used to believe.” And I’m also realizing that I shouldn’t need a mortgage to have it.