I've lived in this house for three and a half days, and I've already found my spot.
I love this. Right here at the breakfast bar, seated at the island in the middle of the kitchen, with light streaming in from the open window. I sit beneath the breezy fan, usually playing on my iPad, pinning images of dreamy weddings I will one day plan. I jot down notes of things I'd like to accomplish in my personal and professional life, and let the growing list of house to dos rack up in my brain.
These cabinets will be painted.
The pool hall-esque light fixture removed.
Wine rack stained.
But for now, it is the perfect seat to sip coffee and relax.