I've always hated huge houses, and I cannot lie. What's with all the space? I get not wanting to bump your elbows into tiny bathroom walls, or bang your knees against tables tucked into tight corners, not to mention bunk bedding with a sibling, but the sprawling, quickly made, cheaply thrown up stucco McMansion as a design style totally eludes me in its' ugliness.
I like old Victorians with wide porches, pretty little brick cottages, and old stone farmhouses. Since its' me who usually cleans any space I'm in, I'm only too happy not to be able to afford the ugly new American Dream. I'm glad the housing bubble burst in America. Let's bring back the small, quaint, and beautiful.
