Suburbanite dream…

We spent the night at my parents, who live in a house right outside of Stockholm with a partial lake view. It’s a small town with one apartment building, right next to the local store which closes at 5 on weekends and 7 on weeknights. It’s a small town that hosts less than a thousand inhabitants, less than an hour away from our nations capital. And it is like a fairy tale. The house is a bit of a tech heaven due to my parents being fond of new technology and my brother being extremely tech savvy. The place hosts a very smart, curved 55″ tv that you control with your phone, same goes for the lights and the ac. It can all be controlled via the phones. My favorite feauture is their shower that has a built in blutooth surround system so you can listen to your music while in the shower cabin. 

The place is spacious and homey, but it is not my dream. It is close to it but I realized that I will never work in a small town. I love the freedom and the anonymity of a big city. I like not knowing my neighbors and being incognito when I so choose. But the thing is I’m also realizing, as of late, that I may enjoy living in a house. I’ve loved living in a small apartment overlooking other small aparments, and having several neighbors surrounding me but never interacting with. But it’s dawning on me that the small apartment is no longer all that it’s cracked up to be. 

We are two grown people sharing 38 sqm/409 sqft, soon to be three but one miniature one. There is no room for any of our things, you have no privacy and you cannot take a phone call when the other party is asleep without waking them or whispering. So this city mouse is realizing that she may need to go elsewhere, where she may lose some anonymity but gain more space. Because the husband and I can fit in an enclosed space, but little man will need to be able to move about freely. More so than he ever could in our current living quarters. He needs his own space and we will need ours. Not to start off with, but time flies and there’s no need to wait any longer.

That realization, the selflessness is new to me. I’ve been a one man island. I’ve loved having a brand new apartment in a fancy area, where the neighbors are handpicked and there’s no worries even when you (like I did) forget to close the trunk of your car overnight with brand new carpets in it and a winter coat. Nothing was missing. Trunk still open when I stepped outside in the morning. I may never have that again, but instead I can have my own garage and a patch of land in which I can grow veggies and flowers. I can let little man play outside without having to worry about him getting hit by a car. 

I’m slowly coming around to leaving the big city. It’s a process, but I am slowly changing my mind. And who knows, by this time next year I may be writing a post from a house or at the very least a huge apartment in the outskirts of Stockholm. We’ll see how it all progresses.


Mrs. Campbell