Aron always teased me about how many times I used the phrase “our 500-square-foot apartment” on here. It just felt necessary to reiterate. I.e. “No, Hudson doesn’t sleep in our closet because the other room is a wine cellar. We have a small, studio apartment.” But in truth, 500 square feet is only notable in New York because there were three of us. 500 square feet is perfectly reasonable and even roomy, in New York.
Notable is 250 square feet.
Erin writes a series about how to co-habitate in 250 square feet on her site, Reading My Tea Leaves (and does so beautifully–the living and the writing). It’s completely inspiring to me: every object that comes into her space must be carefully considered. Tiny living requires a great deal of editing.
We always cheated a lot: boxes at the parents’ house, memorabilia in storage… but I’d like to think we did get some good practice at editing. The challenge is to keep hold of that skill and put it to use when 1200 more square feet suddenly become available. Sentimentality is a… you know… and I’ve got it bad.
P.S. On that note, I’ve been meaning to watch the Graham Hill talk Joslyn references here. (“Editing is the skill of this century.”) Have you seen it? I’m guessing it might conflict with my Pinterest obsession?
Though the shadows are getting longer and the mornings have grown decidedly cool, it still feels like summer here. The ten-day forecast reveals highs around 100 for the next few days, and 80s beyond that. So in lieu of bouquets of sharpened pencils, I’m still picking up baskets of strawberries and bowls of stone fruits at the farmer’s market.
I’m happy to report that while, of course, there will be plenty to miss about living in New York City this year, good produce and a lively local market is not one of those things.
Often listed among the best in the country, Davis’s farmer’s market runs on Saturday mornings and Wednesday afternoons–the latter of which runs late with live music from March to October. Aron and I have been going for years–since he was a wee lad and since I was an undergraduate at Davis in the mid-nineties–and we both agree that the displays have gotten more beautiful and the offerings more varied over the years.
And for the time-being, it still looks like summer–with just a few hints of the season to come.
There are so many things going on lately–and consequently so many things to post about–that I’ve become a bit blocked when it comes to getting back to blogging. It’s been nice to take a little break for traveling, moving, and acquainting myself with a new home and routine, but now where to begin? It’s completely self-imposed (right?) but it feels like, after stepping away for so long, my first post has to be something really phenomenal. So this is my attempt at dissipating that: Antelope Canyon. Because what is more phenomenal than this slot canyon?
Aron and I went on a road trip one April, many years ago (maybe 2002?), and detoured through Navajo lands near Page, Arizona, to visit the Antelope Slot Canyon–a narrow canyon formed within eroded Sandstone. Once sliding through a crevice just barely wider than our shoulders, the floor opened up to reveal deep and wavy corridors of stunning red rock.
More regular (non-phenomenal) posting to resume next week!
P.S. Looking for more travel inspiration? Search our travelogues (Vermont and Sardinia are two of my favorites, but I’m hoping we’ll have another weekend in Napa this fall–it’s only an hour away) or browse all travel-related posts.
