Before we put an addition onto our house our upstairs hallway was always full of sunshine. It was one of the things that sold me on the too small for us, crowded neighborhood, high taxes, piece of property.
Oh that hallway. I do love them, hallways. I write about them. I think they have amazing symbolism and literary meaning. They are the in between places. Great sorrow happens in hallways. Great joy too. I used to like to linger there and note how the sun colored each of the three bedroom doors differently. My babies liked to curl up in the pools of light while I took showers (door open, of course!)
When we put on our lovely addition (making our too small for us house just the right size) the large window at the top of the stairs, the grabber of light from the north, south, east and west, (Magical, I know) became the doorway to another room altogether. My bedroom. A "Master Suite"
Nice and grown up and really delicious.
It's dark in my hallway.
So what is better? A hallway full of sun in a house too small? Or a house just the right size and a dark hallway?
Sacrifice. You pain me so.