Sometimes I feel dissatisfied that my new place isn’t really conducive to entertaining visitors. There’s no lounging area. We can sit at the kitchen table (if I’ve put away all the art supplies) or we can sit/lie on my bed/bedroom floor.
There’s no living room/couch/coffee table. There’s no space for them. I have two rooms, in which I sleep/cook/sew/compute/paint/eat/dance. The (large) bathroom is additional.
And then I think … this is such a First World problem! One person in approximately 300 sq ft. In nearly every country of the world, four, five or more people would be living in this area.
And I’m wishing for more space. Yeah, I’m spoiled.
Tonight my girlfriend A came to dinner. I put away the art stuff, and set the table nicely. We shared chili and wine and dating tales.
And we toasted Deb, who said she would be fashionably late, but didn’t quite make it.
Turns out, there’s plenty of space here for the important stuff. For a meal and laughter shared. For hugs and talk of literature. For clinking glasses and silly photos.
So here’s a question: What First World problems do you have? And how does a change in perspective help?