“Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
I always loved that line. The land of Spare Oom. I love the land of Spare Oom.
At the condo I had for five and a half years, I didn't have a spare room, exactly. I had a huge front closet with shelving that held an enormous amount of stuff. I also had the building's storage space right outside my back door. Granted, I shared that, but out of the six units in my building, only two others used it.
Otherwise, I have always had a spare room. Even in my first rental, after Brittany was born and took my spare room, I had a basement and an attic. At my parents' house, there was a spare room and several storage spaces, not to mention the shed and the garage. If you've seen older posts, you'll know how packed full of stuff they were, too!
So when I moved and found I had one closet for the whole apartment and no option for storage nearby, I gave up a part of my bedroom to create more storage space.
Now that I have to move for the second time in six months, I am trying to get, if not the land of Spare Oom, at least generous closets (plural!) or storage space in the building.
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