For the first time in our decade-long marriage and nearly 15 years of cohabitation, my husband and I live in a space that is more than a thousand square feet—barely, but still! We’re long-time city dwellers, which means we’re used to small apartments that we rent instead of own, just for the luxury of living in the heart of it all.
Now, don’t get me wrong—small is, of course, relative. When we first moved into our current London flat, it felt palatial. It might be because our first-ever apartment together in Manhattan had a sink so tiny that you had to bend down and wash your face directly next to the faucet to avoid spilling water everywhere.
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