If I had the money, I would tear out one of my kitchen walls and put in a sunroom. When I was younger, we lived in a house that had this great sunroom which was basically my playroom. I have incredibly happy memories of this room including garnering my love for storms because whenever a storm came through, my dad would come get me and we’d lay on the floor and watch the lightning. Also, natural light in imperative to my happiness.
Sunrooms of my dreams