Five hundred square feet

It is not very much room. Just enough for two people, one mutt, and a giant vat of homebrew.

Sometimes when I am cooking dinner I bump Jason with my elbow. . . and he is in the office.

And every time we buy a book, we have to give a book to goodwill, because there is nowhere to put an extra book. No room for even a book!

But small houses also means being squished together. Close. Looking over each other's shoulders and squeezing past each other in the morning. And that makes not having room for a cuisinart worth it.