
My husband and I moved into a new apartment two months ago. While we loved our old place, we yearned for a new, less yuppyish neighborhood and wanted to save some money. So we downsized, going from a massive three bedroom to a smaller two bedroom. During the apartment hunting process we even looked at a few one bedrooms and though we didn’t end up going with any of them, the second bedroom wasn’t a huge must-have item on our list. Why not?
Most cohabiting childless couples will tell you that you absolutely need a two bedroom apartment. They’ll say you need to have opposite corners so that when you get into an argument or just plain want some space, you both have areas of your own to retreat to. And what of the guests you have in town every few months? Surely they’ll need a place to crash while in town, and you wouldn’t want to send family to a hotel, now would you? And then there’s the office space excuse. You so need a home office in 2011.
I disagree with the second bedroom notion.
1. Opposite corners, my behind. You get in a fight with your boo, take a walk, calm down and make up. All you’d be doing in that room all alone is brooding and thinking of witty comebacks you should have used during the fight. Save the time and just apologize. Yes, even if they were in the wrong. Learn to be the bigger person.
2. Guests? Who really wants guests for longer than a day or two? There’s a saying: house guests are like fish; they both tend to smell after three days. Why make them prolong their stay with a comfortable room? Hotels charge money for it, and you’re paying extra rent monthly for a room you have guests use maybe twenty days out of the year.
3. Most people don’t work from home and practically no one has a desktop computer anymore, so said office usually turns into a place to dump mail and other debris and you end up sitting on the couch with your laptop to work anyways.
The second bedroom. We didn’t need one, didn’t really care about it, but now we have one. And it’s a wreck I will only call The Room Where Things Go To Die.
It contains:
1. a chaise and coffee table
2. two unplugged televisions
3. a bookshelf
4. boxes of vintage china
5. art we haven’t hung
6. shoes
7. a box fan
8. a utility cart filled with crafting supplies
9. extra linens
10. a mess of cables and wires for the internet and house phone
11. anything I feel like tossing inside so I can close the door and not look at it
In short, it is a disaster. And because I don’t care about its use right now, I have zero desire to clean it up. The idea of going in there and moving stuff into storage or giving it away or just dealing with it actually makes my head spin. And if we never had a second bedroom, we would never have a place to put all this crap and I never would have allowed it to accumulate. See? Second bedrooms are bad.

Here is a corner shot of our new apartment, since I refuse to show you the mess inside the Room Where Things Go To Die.
Am I wrong? Do you have a second room? What’s inside? How can I make it comfortable? How can I be pushed to clear it out?!














