random thoughts from gay shanghai

Hadn't lived in a house for a long time, just the two-week holiday a year at my parents' which doesn't really count as living, more as staying. But now i'm back for longer term, it'll be half a year i've lived here by the time we leave. After 4 months and a half, I really haven't discovered the joys of living in a house yet, except for the garden of course. What a joy, being able to just sit outside like that and not have to go anywhere, like a crowded park or a cafe with outdoor seating where you have to spend money and endure the waiter's looks while you try to let that one cup of coffee last all afternoon - and there's always the going to the bathroom problem when you're alone somewhere.

No, the whole space thing just has so many disadvantages. When we lived in the apartment in Shanghai, for example, and I was lying in bed reading and felt like a glass of milk, that was just a matter of seconds. Now I have to get up, turn on the light, go downstairs making sure I don't fall, go into the kitchen, get the milk, think about if I want to just have it downstairs or take the glass up with me and then still have to come back upstairs.

But really, the only thing that space is used for is storage (at least in my home). It lets you keep all the stuff you don't want and all the stuff you buy now and will need later (who needs 10 toothbrushes or i heaven's name 48 rolls of toilet paper?). Not only can you store a lot of things, you can also have separate stashes. My mom keeps her household rolls in 5 different locations around the house! Lemonade in 3... We bought a new supply of toilet paper when we had run out, if you have the space, you apparently buy 30 rolls at once...