Luxury is a relative term.
This concept is beautifully illustrated in one of my favourite books of all time, The Endless Steppe
Ms. Hautzig wrote:
We were one of four lucky groups: Father found us living quarters in a corner of the room. In an utterly bare room, two walls to lean against, a corner to curl up into, were luxury.
I was ten when I first read those words and they have followed me for twenty years, helping me appreciate what I have even while longing for more or better.
Tonight, I came home to find Tabitha in the study looking out the back window while Neelix was in the lounge looking out the window on the passenger side. Rather than disturb the cats by shutting the blinds, I was able to slide closed a solid wood door with a satisfying ‘thunk’, stretch out an accordion door, and change into jeans in a private room large enough to move about comfortably. I’ve discovered that in a less than 300 square foot RV, a dressing room is luxury.