More and more, when I look at a dream house, my reaction turns the other direction. Is that where I’d want to live? Who keeps it clean? How do you get truly comfortable? Make a mess? The kitchen, especially, looks like nobody’s used it for anything more than microwaving a frozen entree.
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My poems on the challenges of renovations, repairs, and relating as a husband are collected as Home Maintenance, a free ebook at Thistle/Flinch editions.
Jnana's Red Barn 
I always think, where would I put my books? And my art supplies? And my kids’ toys? And all our computer? And the filing? And my sewing? I’m not a hoarder, but I have a lot of hobbies. Right now my house is engineering central as my hubby and second child get ready for a lego robotics tournament. I won’t be in House Beautiful any time soon. 😉
Had the same sensation touring the Frank Lloyd Wright house in Manchester. Seems appropriate the couple had no children.
I love to look at those houses, but I would clutter them up in no time flat. 🙂