For the past 9 years, I lived in a condo the size of a closet. Seriously....the whole place was 660 square feet. And it had TWO bedrooms. So you can just imagine the size of my living room/kitchen.
We could literally only invite four people over at a time because that's how many people we could fit at the kitchen table. If we were lucky, we could squeeze 6 people in if we weren't planning on eating.
And forget about having friends or relatives over for a BBQ. After two stolen grills, we gave up on even having a BBQ for just the two of us.
Thus the reason for getting a house. We needed ROOM!! Room to have company over, room to do projects, room to have a grill and picnic table in the yard.
Our dream came true in June, and we've been busy organizing, unpacking and fixing up since then.
So when I organized a trip to see "Footloose" with some friends and family, it never occurred to me to invite them over for a meal either before or after. One of my friends sent an email asking the particulars about time and place, and she casually asked if we were going to go for a meal.
And it dawned on me that I could have them over! I could be a hostess! I could invite friends and family over! Have a cookout!! Enjoy my new HOME!
And so I did. Someone brought margaritas, someone brought dessert, I cooked on the grill, we ate, we drank........and we had a very, very fine time.