Reasons I Love? SF: Tiny Bathrooms

One of the quaint things about living in San Francisco (and many places around the world where buildings were broken into apartments and/or did not have indoor plumbing at some point) are the telltale tiny bathrooms. All of the places that I've lived here, which now total four in number, have had them. And, each one was smaller than the last...

This is a panoramic view of my current itty bitty bathroom. It's astounding how large it could be if we all lived in panorama....Anyway, every time I stand in the shower stall that is barely bigger than my small frame I think about the cramped corner shower at the place my old college roommate was subletting in Brooklyn a few years back. Or I think about how my parents speak fondly of the teeny tiny shower in a hotel room they stayed at in Italy. And, then I feel sort of cool. Like I share something with people in New York and Italy that feels less suburban-"little-boxes" and more a rite of passage of some kind.

And, having a bathroom that only fits one person has its advantages. I will never have to deal with dating a dude who insists on using the mirror in the bathroom when I'm trying to go number 2, for one... But, more importantly, while a tight squeeze, there isn't much to clean. If I need to wash my hands while sitting on the toilet, it's totally do-able. And, I really have no use for those huge packages of toilet paper from CostCo that sit in closets around the U.S. for years sometimes. Instead, I had to get creative with storage and, as you can see, found an artful way of displaying my TP in a cute basket on the back of the commode, within easy reach.

So, while my family pokes fun at me, I see my little bathroom as a gift. I don't need to spend much time in it, anyway...