Apartment Vs. Townhouse Living With Kids
I grew up in a house where we all had our own bedrooms and there was a basement with a big car garage and backyard. When I was about 20 years old I moved out and into my first apartment while I went to university. After nearly eighteen years of living in different apartments, almost ten of them as an apartment mama, big things recently changed for us and we just moved into a townhouse. I adore apartment living and have always loved the feel of all of us together on one level. Living up high in the sky was a perk and I never minded the smallness of our home.
The condo we were in for the last five years was two bedrooms, one den and a total of about 12oo square feet. This meant that bedrooms were shared, seasonal things were stored off site in a rented storage locker and we didn’t accumulate a lot of extra stuff. We lived this way as a family of five and my husband also worked from home in the den. Oh, and we also have a dog!
I can’t even tell you how many times people would ask us when we were moving. This question ramped up when the third apartment baby joined our family. People just couldn’t believe that we would willingly live in a two bedroom condo and be happy. The condo life worked for us and I have zero regrets about living that lifestyle for as long as we did. The truth is, you don’t need a basement to be happy as a family.
A couple of months ago a rare opportunity came up for us to move to a townhouse around the block from our condo. This new home offered us three bedrooms and a den with more living space than we were used to. We decided to pack up our apartment and move homes. This move would give our oldest boy a bedroom of his own and allowed our two little girls to share a bedroom together. Meaning, the ‘baby’ of the family was finally out of the master bedroom.
Do you know what happened when we told the kids that we were moving out of our apartment and they would have new bedroom arrangements? Well, first they all cheered and then they told each other that they could have sleepovers together every night in each others room. This totally squeezed my mama heart big time. My kids actually really liked sharing a bedroom and we have no regrets about them sharing as long as they did.
The first night in our townhouse all of the things that I absolutely adored about living in a condo bubbled up and I started feeling this odd sense of regret about moving. I couldn’t help but wonder if we should have stayed put in our condo as life there really was working out just fine. I know that it was so silly to feel this way as most people would kill for more living space, especially when it was still in the community you loved.
When I went to bed on our first night in the new place with the kids sleeping upstairs from my bedroom and not in the room right next to us I felt really off and kept waking up all night long wondering if they were doing okay up there. When I was coming home from work and unlocked the front door it seemed so novel to me.
We aren’t permanent in this townhouse. It’s kind of the bridge between making more of a permeant move but also allowing us to have more space. We might even be back to condo living in a year or two but right now this apartment mama and her apartment babies are taking the stairs one at a time. All three levels of them.
I’m not totally sure I am finished being an apartment mama just yet. However, I’d love for you to follow along on our townhouse adventures in the city.