McMansion is Relative

Yesterday we moved to the penthouse. We had originally requested a two person room with a private bathroom, and when we arrived, that's what we got, technically. Our room had two single beds pushed together and about 2 feet around the edge of the bed to walk. We had some decent storage space, but you either had to stand in front of the door or sit on the bed. Now the bathroom. At first we thought there had been a misunderstanding because our bathroom was down the hall, so we assumed we were supposed to share it with other people. When Dave asked them, they said that it was, in fact, our private bathroom. Super. Two problems: it smelled TERRIBLE and we had to take keys with us every time we left the room. Imagine locking your bedroom or living room, unlocking the kitchen or bathroom, relocking, and repeating as many times as you move from room to room. This includes 3 a.m. when you have to pee and your hand-eye co-ordination isn't so great. This also rules out peeing with the door open, my personal favorite. And then there was the SMELL! It smelled strongly of sulfur all the time. I'm not sure if it's a common problem here, but some of the toilets have a permanently terrible smell-like sewage. The bathroom itself was immaculate and recently renovated, but none of that could stop whatever may have been lurking in the depths.

So our old room was probably 12'x12' with detached bath. Our new room feels like the equivalent of Robert Redfords' estate. Two people can pass each other without one of them walking on the bed. We can even pull out a chair far enough to sit on it (without the back of the chair touching the bed and blocking the door). There is enough room on the floor to have a picnic (as when entertaining friends)! The possibilities are endless! And we have an attached bathroom-no more peeing with the door closed for me-Dave is thrilled. (In case you don't know Dave, this is sarcasm, Dave is not thrilled. When he asked me why I refuse to close the door I told him that it gets too lonely in there. He didn't even argue-probably because you can't argue with a crazy person.) Also, this bathroom doesn't stink! All of my dreams have come true! Move over George Jefferson...