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awakening in the middle of the night I find myself lying there pondering 12 foot ceilings opening eyelids to the space above my head the tall windows wondering what the point of all of that space is aesthetics, historically accurate to create a sense of largeness, grandness to draw the buyer in to provoke a sense of having a better home, a better life? not very practical costs more to heat and cool difficult to clean or reach for any other reason and certainly not inviting shelves for storage. And at least a gallon more to paint the 12 foot walls. I conclude that this is simply a waste of space, of money, designed to please the eye regardless of cost, efficiency or practicality. just what the people wanted, I guess, if you can afford it.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
by design- Hi ceilings!
awakening in the middle of the night I find myself lying there pondering 12 foot ceilings opening eyelids to the space above my head the tall windows wondering what the point of all of that space is aesthetics, historically accurate to create a sense of largeness, grandness to draw the buyer in to provoke a sense of having a better home, a better life? not very practical costs more to heat and cool difficult to clean or reach for any other reason and certainly not inviting shelves for storage. And at least a gallon more to paint the 12 foot walls. I conclude that this is simply a waste of space, of money, designed to please the eye regardless of cost, efficiency or practicality. just what the people wanted, I guess, if you can afford it.
what I would still be talking about at that time of the night if I were not alone.
igclair
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
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