1. Nothing Fits.
While I’m fortunate enough to be able to say that our new home is bigger than any we’ve lived in before, it’s absolutely true that nothing fits. Whether your new home is bigger or smaller than the last, Murphy seems to rub his fat little hands together every time, and make you move precisely when you’ve worked out a way to fill all the space in your last place. Every. Damn. Time.
So now you have a home that, beautiful as it may be, is going to need work: Work whittling down what you don’t need and can’t fit, and/or work building up a plentiful supply of furniture and decor so that it actually looks like a home again.
That big sectional that was perfect in your last home? It’s not going to fit with your new living room if the the TV has to be on this side (which it does). The beautiful hand-me-down antique sideboard? Have fun getting that in the tiny dining room. That perfectly arranged gallery wall? Well … that can happen again. It’s just going to take you all weekend to recreate.
These are just hypotheticals, of course. My main issue* right now? Whoever designed the kitchen in this new house was almost certainly a single man. And I’ve got to live with these pathetically tiny drawers and hideous counter tops for three more years.
