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A Space to Call Home, or a Home Full of Space
How my dreams have changed shape and size over the years.
Space
As a kid growing up, I didn’t have enough of it. We lived in a small house on a crowded block and I dreamed of moving on. I hoped for more than one bathroom, couldn’t wait to watch television without my parents and brothers close by, and envisioned myself living in a huge mansion on a sprawling piece of property.
But now that I’m an adult, with a house twice the size as my childhood home and an in-ground swimming pool in the backyard, I can see clearly how the lack of abundant space shaped me into who I am today and provided me with several blessings along the way.
If I had understood that any earlier, I’m not sure whether the lessons learned would have been as impactful. So, take them for what they’re worth — reflections from a middle-aged woman who has lived in enough places to know that a spacious home is nice, but nothing compares to sharing ANY amount of space with your family.
Space as Incentive
My middle school friend and I used to spend hours sketching floor plans and sharing ideas on how we’d design and decorate our imaginary mansions. A walk-in closet, with more than enough space for my future shoe collection. A…
