I kind of wish my new place wasn’t all one story. The artist in me loves the sweeping lines of a beautiful set of stairs, there’s just something magical about what they do to a space.

:sigh: Such lovely light!

Then I remember my bum knee and how badly it hurts when I go up and down stairs – and that I would like have to go up and down multiple times since I have the attention span of a gnat on meth and tend to forget things. Then the wish passes.

The ceiling does go quite high and I guess it would be possible to create a room in the attic area over the two bedrooms, but the would require quite a bit of time, money, and resources for a fairly small return. I can’t imagine I’d ever have the need to do that.