Sometimes you fall in love with a house.
Hard.
Maybe it’s the thought of the living history. Maybe it’s the fireplace in every room. Maybe it’s the 200-year-old wide-plank pine floors (*swoon*). In any case, sometimes you fall so completely and wholly in love with a house, that maybe, just maybe, you agree to buy said house without realizing that it has no refrigerator.
Once you’ve promised to buy said house sans refrigeration, you start to wonder maybe why the house lacks a refrigerator. Perhaps because the kitchen is, shall we say, a bit small. Perhaps because the kitchen has approximately just barely enough square footage to accommodate, say, an ADA-compliant bathroom. Perhaps a refrigerator prevents entry or exit from the kitchen.
la petite cuisine
vraiment, c'est une cuisinette....
One can only wonder at these things.
