Yes, it's true—I've moved again, out of one dream house (a house so dreamy, in fact, it warranted its own book!) and into another. Dreams change—after awhile we found ourselves longing for a smaller house, less stuff, and more kids in the neighborhood for Mikayla to play with.

After two big sales and many trips to Goodwill, we moved into our new little house with nothing but the things we really love. Everything I brought with me seemed to find its own perfect spot right away. I thought my collection of marble and plaster busts would be the biggest problem—I was going to stick them all over the house, wherever they would fit. They were sitting in the kitchen, just unpacked, when the painters put them all on the mantel to get them out of the way. They're still there, looking great, I think.

I have to say, it's pretty wonderful to walk into a house (especially one of mine!) and see nothing extraneous, nothing that doesn't look like it should be exactly there. Tabletops we can actually put something down on, bookshelves that have room for more books (although I've started going to the library again—let them deal with where to put all those volumes). I don't miss a single thing I got rid of, and lately I’ve been thinking twice— even three times!—before I buy something new. (Although I've found that if you’re still thinking about something past three times, you should probably go back and get it.) Maybe it won't last, but at this moment I'm really loving my serene, simple, relatively empty new little house. You'll be able to check it out yourselves soon in a future issue of HOME COMPANION. Stay tuned to see if I've totally junked it back up again by then!

 

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