I recently moved from a double-storey terrace house to an apartment. In doing so, I have reduced my living space by almost 40% to about 1,300 square feet (120 sq metre). And man, am I feeling “cabin fever”!
I feel like an animal in a small cage, pacing up and down the limits of my prison. I sit down on my sofa and the dining table is within reach. Take about 5 steps and you are in the kitchen. And there is no garden to walk out into. I am definitely not used to it. I need space.
This is somehow related to growing old. Maybe as you grow older, you want to resist your world getting smaller. In the past, I have lived in much smaller accommodation; especially when I was a cash strapped student. The smallest was probably my University residence which was about 150 square feet (14 sq metre) with a shared bathroom and kitchen galley elsewhere in the building. I once shared a house with 3 others and my room was only about 64 square feet (6 sq metre) but it did not feel so bad cause I had the run of the house and there was a nice yard.
But now, I feel suffocated in a 1,300 square foot apartment. Now there are three of us living here so that means we each get an average living space of 430 sq feet (40 sq metre) which may seem small to me but isn’t from the global viewpoint. According to a UN report, 65% of the world’s countries have average living spaces of less than 20 sq metre per person. So I have twice the space of those people.
I really can’t imagine sleeping in those Japanese Capsule Hotels where the unit is about 2 m by 1 m. Sheesh! I need space. I need air! I need the sun! Ecclesiastes 11 v 7 says “Light is sweet, and it pleases the eyes to see the sun.” Yes! Give me that and not this………..
This is my anthem; “Don’t Fence Me In”.