So, to Andrew: maybe the farmhouse isn’t a burden—it’s an adventure. Put a ping-pong table in the fifth bedroom. Host a sleepover for your least favorite cousin. Get appalled, then get creative. To everyone else: you have permission to be delighted with exactly what you’ve got. Your life isn’t missing a wing; it’s full of character.
Go ahead, rearrange your furniture. Ignore the trend of open-concept palazzos. Find the fun in your own four walls. If Andrew can survive five bedrooms of existential dread, you can absolutely thrive in your own quirky space. Now, go make your home yours—and maybe leave a few rooms empty so you have room to dance. You’ve got this.
