My childhood home was a so-called "wartime house" so much of this resonates. Kitchen cupboards that can't accommodate plates. Makeshift storage in the dining room (which was supposed to be a main floor bedroom). No room for company at the table, so kids ate on TV trays. The house was listed for sale a few years ago, so I took the tour and was astonished. How did we ever manage there. And yet we did. And that ill-thought-out wartime house holds a special place in my heart.

Thanks for the reminder, Rodrigo ... and congrats on what you've done with the place!