The long winter finally paid a dividend. It has barred us from our summer cottage, where there is still snow on the ground. That has kept us cooped up in our little north-facing apartment, which shrunk by the day with two kids and stuff piling up in the corners.
So we cleaned. With an easy winter and a warm spring, we do not clean.
The cleaning was a revelation too. We threw away bags and bags of stuff, which I do not miss. We rearranged furniture and achieved excellent feng shui in the bedroom, which I thought was impossible. We dumped almost all our plastic toys, as we are newly converted to a less-plastic life for our kids and their chemical balance.
But the true insight was into space. We have space now, and even if it will disappear quickly, it gave me a glimpse of life without children, of an apartment that does not have to be hyper-organized, of a place where I could lay in bed all day and look at trees and sense an openness.
Then a baby crashed into my leg, and laughed, and I did not care about the space.
But it was a good vision still.
My wife – on the other hand – says it was a vision of a bigger apartment, with an extra 200 square feet.
But we can’t go there while we are in Daddyland …