We have a small flat (In London so all we could afford) but my brother has a lovely big house in the north, when he and the family came to stay with us and we were all squished on the sofa my niece, prob about 14 then, could not believe the flat was worth a lot more than their house.
Dunno what point I am trying to make but just sometimes it’s not a big house v small houses debate but how I couldn’t afford a big house no matter how big my mortgage was because you would just never ever pay it back.
Some lovely friends moved out of London, they had quite a nice sized place here, but their place now is enormous!!! Sometimes a big gang of us go up and they can accommodate like 22 people, sometime we joke we will all move in when we are old and hire carers to look after us. They have really been able to indulge their love of junk shop/shabby chic living and I love nosing around, I think in winter they close loads of rooms off. I don’t think they are sorry about the big house even though it’s only them and two kids and somewhere cheaper would take the pressure off financially. I’d rather be cosy yet stylishly minimalist but I do like it there!