I love and adore having a two story house. When we were house shopping one story houses just didn't feel like "home" (despite having grown up in them). I like that we have public space and private space. I like the way the house looks from the outside. I like imagining all the memories those stairs will be involved in. The only teeny tiny downside? Our dishes seem to follow a migratory pattern upstairs. And then they stack up. On our desks. In the bathroom. On the end tables. Scattered on coasters throughout. Or, as I found them tonight when I looked over, on top of the bookcase. My darling husband decided to clear off our desks by stacking the dishes safely out of the way of the cats. You can clearly see why we need a dumbwaiter. (Even better would be a robot to pick up the dishes, take them downstairs, wash them, and put them away but! one step at a time).
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