I swore off open floor plans after 3 years of living in one
Standing in my sister's 1920s bungalow in Portland last Saturday, I watched her chop onions at the island while my nephew did homework at the same table, and I finally got why nobody in my old 900 sq ft open loft ever actually relaxed: there was nowhere to hide, and the second anyone turned on the TV or started a call, everyone else was just trapped in it.