Sorry for the absence. I've been on a blogging break.
You know what? Living in a house that was two-thirds under construction DID turn out to be pretty stressful.
I've learned that to a large extent, physical space is also mental space (for me). I didn't really know this about myself. In fact, I've always read the articles and looked at the photos of people living in small spaces with a bit of awe. But living with 5 people in 1200 sf has taught me that I will probably never be building our own tiny home. Or moving to...oh, say, NYC.
The additional lesson is this: I'm a quiet person, who likes to spend a lot of time in lost in my thoughts. I manage the daily lives of three small mostly irrational beings all day long. I can't be mentally distant in my work, so it's at least nice to have the occasional physical distance. But with the construction in the house, and winter outside the doors, I just felt so cramped that something had to change. I decided to take a blogging break because it was/is just about the only "place" in my life where I felt like had any space left to give.
It sounds rather nonsensical now that I read it, but it made perfect sense at the time. And although not-blogging didn't entirely de-stress the situation, it did help.