I guess everything is relative, and folks are different; but I wouldn’t be happy living in a museum instead of a home. There’s a point where you have so much money that nothing’s really fun anymore ;-)
I’ve tried to have a rule: nothing comes into the house, unless something equally space-inhabiting goes out. Our problem is *books*: they are the hardest things to divest ourselves of, and we never quite hit the mark there.
-JT