This is no small deal–I remember what it was like to leave behind my large studio for a single bedroom. I often joke that with all the furniture I left behind my apartment, the dumpster divers would have certainly named the alley after me had they known me.
Mother and son are currently sharing a medium sized bedroom, but the five year old could hardly contain his excitement for living here. He has three playmates, including an 18-month old who is quickly becoming like his “baby brother.”
We held a welcoming party for our new housemates last night because we know this is a big deal. The culture of our house is markedly different from a lot of the student co-ops in town because moving in and out of this co-op is much different than moving in and out of housing catering to students–this tends to be more of a life change than an address change.
It was that way for me nearly a decade ago. I have no children, but I was about the same age my new housemate now is when I made a similar big change. Hardly anyone was home when I moved in that day after Christmas, but one housemate was kind enough to go out with me for a drink because she understood that for me this was a big deal. This was a transition to a lifestyle that has changed my life–a change I continue to be grateful for.