After you've racked up a few years, you gather more than a little moss, rolling or not.
Very few people seem to own seven things and are able to flit about, come-what-may with no encumberances. I know one woman who pared everything down to about five things, including one pot and knife and fork. There was a whole article I read last week about improbable people who live minimally.
No amount of convincing will tell me these people do not have a condition.
Looking at decorating magazines, these rooms are dead impractical because it is obvious to me these people have NO STUFF.
I have a couple of passions ... books and books.
In conversation about it with Dad today, he said, "I like women and books, and I don't like either on an ipad!"
So there you go.
This, combined with a pretty sizeable collection of movies and music begins to take up some space, but not so much space unless your space is too small.
Forced to empty storage during the recession, all of my stuff is now with me. In around 700 square feet, things are a little tight. I have joked to my friends that its like living in a Chinese tomb.
I have to move.
Luckily, I found a bigger space in the same apartment complex that is twice as big and still within my budget.
These are some rough pics I took one day while measuring. It should be perfectly adequate.
Now, IKEA beckons ...