But then, it turns out that the money you’d been saving for the fridge is an insanely small portion of the actual amount it cost. So there you are, fridge-less, miserable, in a house that was designed for the damned thing, and, most horribly, you’ve got one huge-ass empty space to remind you every single time you look at it just how fridge-less you truly are. How do you handle a thing like that?
You reevaluate the house, of course. You discontinue some of your obsession, and see what actually fits inside now that the fridge isn’t your sole influence, anymore. But you still want that damnable appliance, so you continue saving while keeping the grotto bare. At what point do you snap and fill the space with a juice bar?