Our former apartment was, shall we say...cozy. My husband and I could hold a conversation in our quiet voices from opposite end of the house. I loved our little place but and times it felt like I tight skin that I was itching to get out of. It is truly saying something that even with our stacks of moving boxes mounded everywhere our new home still feels open and comfortable. It must be the high ceilings. Some part of my brain craves empty space and here I have it in spades. Double the square footage, double the fun! (Double the cleaning time? I'm hoping that the extra space will mean a lower concentration of cat hair per square foot, we'll see how that works out.)
I have zero excuses for not stepping to the stove in this kitchen. There is plenty of counter space, a dishwasher, and (get this!) the fridge is in here too!