Having just read _The End of Suburbia_ and then talked to my sister a bunch about how the amount of space we live in is likely to undergo some downsizing over the next few years/decades, and being in the process of extensive purging of the library (and before that my entire CD collection, modulo the opera and the kids' stuff), you would think I'd be itching to move to smaller digs.
Ha! Turns out the more I get rid of, the more I like having all this space.
I'm currently trying to convince R. that we should take up the area rug on the other half of the living room, set up one or more speakers downstairs, and use that part of the room as a dance floor. The drinks cabinet is already over there.