Storage Space and Grown Ups

My sisters-in-law came over for a sleep over a while ago. At one point I was in the bathroom with the youngest, Lucy, age 10, when she made a comment about our cool three-sectioned mirror that provided many angels to admire yourself from. I replied that saying, "Yeah, but that's not even the best part!" I continued to open the mirrors, revealing the extra cupboards behind. "Extra storage space!!" There was a moment's pause before Lucy responded with a very unenthusiastic, "cool." I made a mental note: too young to be excited about storage space.

It was an odd moment for me. One of those moments where you look back on your life and wonder when you grew, when you started becoming an adult, when you started understanding these things. 

When I was about 14 my family went  to visit my sisters in Texas. While we were there we went house shopping, not because we were planning of moving but because those houses were huge and beautiful and we love doing that kind of thing. 

We found the perfect house. It was gorgeous. It had two staircases, something I had always coveted. It had a beautiful kitchen, a theater, a walkway over the garage, even a hidden room behind a bookcase. I was smitten.

I started trying to convince my parents that we needed to move to Houston. How much did my dad really like his job anyway? If we moved we would be closer to the majority of my siblings. If we had this house I would be happy. I was ready to start putting together a power point on the topic when my mother seemed to pull the ace of all house rejections: it didn't have enough storage space.

Not that this dream of moving into this house would ever have been near a reality, but I hated that excuse with ever fiber of my being. Storage space? What? You have got to realize how lame that sounds. But my dad jumped in on her side of the story and I knew my arguments were done.

The thing is, looking back now, I realize they were right. The only space in that beautiful home that would provide storage was the baby of a room behind the bookcase, and using a space that awesome for something that mundane would be like using a visa gift card to pay bills. Laaaammeee.

And so I sit here wondering when I became aware of this "adult" point of view, and wondering in what other ways I have grown without ever realizing it. 

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3 comments:

  1. Do You Get Excited About Stellar Kitche Items? How About Safety Features On Cars? (Ok It's Doing That Weird "Capitalize Every Word" Thing Again.") Does Bedding Shopping Make You Tingly With Excitement? If So, You May Be At Least Partially Grown Up. It's Ok. Do NOT panic. It's Not Going To Go Away, But You Will Live Through It. Remember To Play Sometimes & Swing On Swings As High As You Can When The Opportunity Presents Itself. It'll Be Ok (Most Of The Time Anyway.)

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  2. Do You Get Excited About Stellar Kitche Items? How About Safety Features On Cars? (Ok It's Doing That Weird "Capitalize Every Word" Thing Again.") Does Bedding Shopping Make You Tingly With Excitement? If So, You May Be At Least Partially Grown Up. It's Ok. Do NOT panic. It's Not Going To Go Away, But You Will Live Through It. Remember To Play Sometimes & Swing On Swings As High As You Can When The Opportunity Presents Itself. It'll Be Ok (Most Of The Time Anyway.)

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  3. Storage space is the best! It's one of the reasons i'm really excited to move into our new apartment is because it has a huge pantry and a huge closet with shelves.

    Or as i like to call it: second pantry

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