Early retirement....

I recently hit a design depression. It all started from a design diet that I put myself on in March. After purchasing a way too expensive sadly uncomfortable very attractive sofa and installing a massive Murphy bed, I decided that I needed to just live for a few months and not make any other changes (or make any purchases). Too many changes were happening at once and I felt like it was heading in the direction I had planned originally. And that eventually I would undertake a minor redesign of some sort-whether it was a fresh coat of paint or new graphic rug. While I was losing the design weight, I became weighed down with something else-real estate. The lack of design nourishment created a recurring thought of moving-upgrading my one room living life style to what something better. I decided that I was willing to leave the safety of my neighborhood in the center of NW and move along the edges of the quadrant to bigger/wider spaces-one bedroom condo in an ultra modern building with views of a neighborhood still searching for it's identity. I visualized high ceilings, covered garage parking, dinners, bike rides to work, Parsons dining room table, a bed with two end tables.... I spent a month preparing for the listing of my property. I cleared out all the unnecessary stuff and brought in new bookcases, painted all my kitchen cabinets white, moved furniture around, cleaned out my closet, bought a lamp, accessorized. The little studio was on the market for one month as I pulled it off. My hope was that some young person who was new to the city would fall deeply in love with it as I did 4 years earlier. And perhaps someone would have had it left it on the market for longer (and priced differently). Tons of perspective buyers came through my space accessing every sq ft. It was not the right time. So now I am simply living.