Grounds for thought

Tea, the great panacea for so many things throughout the ages, still who would have thought it would be the grounds for today’s thot.

I heat the water in my microwave whose settings are almost at eye level here and it occurrs to me that I finally have a place that really fits me.  My sink and counter top are at comfortable levels, the closet rod is nice and high, the windows are nearly eight feet tall.  Only the bathroom has anything small and that is the vanity and medicine cabinet above it.

I am not a giant by anyone’s standards, but I have lived my life in a world designed for tiny women.  I remember my grandmother’s living room where there was a collection of small rectangular footstools to keep tiny feet from dangling off of chairs and sofas.  I remember years of kitchen sinks where my back ached as I crouched doing dishes.  I remember closets where trying to double the rod meant clothes dangling on the floor.

Tall ceilings and high cabinets are great for storage, but everything else in most houses is geared towards the average woman of less than five feet five inches.  It makes me feel tall and awkward. 

This house, this neighborhood, is large and solid.  It makes me feel normal and safe.  Built in a time when homes were meant to be used and lived in, not just serve as a showcase for things; it has a practicality that has been missing in previous homes.

And as I sit here drinking my tea I realize – I am finally in a place scaled for me!