When I moved to New York City, I had visions of an apartment with 20 foot ceilings, exposed brick, windows stretching from the floor to the ceiling, populated with mid-century modern furnishings. What I got was a room that could barely fit my full size bed. Space was not available in abundance and all my efforts went toward conserving it. Rigging shelves to the wall, finding a storage bed, searching for a sleek sleeper sofa. With hard work and intent, I was able to combat the dorm-room vibe that threatened to drift throughout my home.