I have a theory:
When you have less space, you become smaller. Quieter. There is less space to fill, so you don't get big to do so. Having lived in a big, three-level rowhouse for many years, I think we often got big, to fill the space, to bring the walls closer.
Now we live in less.
We've become smaller, quieter, and softer versions of ourselves.
I've never been happier. And I'll start blogging again. Soon.