At some point, I went wild for floor plans. I think of the placement of closets, bathrooms, pantries, and linen closets.
Every since I started thinking of getting an apartment, perhaps with Melissa, I could look at floor plans for hours.
When I see a sign for a new apartment complex, I try to remember the name, so I can examine the floor plans later.
I imagine myself in that space. Could I live there? How would living be different, and how would I be different there?
My favorite floor plans now are Rosewood Condos. The building looks like a castle. I'd like to dress rich and tour some of those condos. I'd like to survey while holding the floor plans.
Spatial awareness is difficult for me, and trying to visualize a home, a life, based on a floor plan probably wakes up something in my mind. Maybe I should have taken interior design or even architecture class.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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