Today Good Man and I drove past a house near us. It’s in our price range and has been on the market a while. It’s small, but very cute. It’s also unoccupied, so we got out of the car and poked around.
The front and back yard are both fenced in, and sunny. So far, so good.
And then we peeked in the door and saw the kitchen. It was roughly the size of the second kitchen I had in Korea.
“No,” Good Man said. He shook his head and walked away, “No, Amanda! You will bitch about the kitchen all the time!”