Long before the ginger songwriter penned the song
that is only nominally about Lego, I was a Lego house maker. While my brothers built elaborate spaceships and vehicles, I was all about the home front: little rectangular structures with no roof, in which I obsessively arranged and rearranged tiny furniture. It was my only use for Lego, and continued even after my Lego-obsessed (still) son was born. I’d watch him build fabulous models and marvel that you could make anything except a living room, dining room, bedroom and kitchen. Or want to.
My only other typical-girl activity was dollhouses, and again, the draw was about setting up house. I obsessed over the placement of the tables and chairs, made much of the furniture myself from cardboard or matchsticks, doctored swatches of fabric into window coverings and comforters.
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Those little sample squares of carpet you see at home improvement stores? They were the perfect size for a room of wall-to-wall carpeting. I still see some foods as dollhouse-ready: Cinnamon Toast Crunch is just the right size. I even appropriated acorn cups for serving dishes. I was into the natural theme even as a child.
It stands to reason, then, that I would continue with this habit as an adult. I gave up using Lego and miniature furniture, and feather my nest with actual furniture. My Craigslist exploits were detailed here. I am a little embarrassed to admit enjoying something so frivolous, but I do. There’s something comforting in making a home out of a box, giving order to the place where you spend most of your time.
Today, I was the lucky winner of some more free furniture, this time, glass-front tall bookshelves I have coveted since moving into this apartment. We’re getting a whole wall of them, plenty to supplement our meagre storage in this tiny place. I have to change our setup significantly, but that’s fun, just like rearranging my dollhouse. Only this time, I won’t have to make the furniture out of cardboard boxes!
Meg Currell 
I have a friend who moves every few years . . . his reasoning is profound. “Most people,” he says, “buy new furniture to make their home feel different. I like my furniture, so I buy a new place to live to challenge myself to arrange things just right.”