the big house

My husband and I are house-hunting. We come upon a tree-crowded street -- it looks like a page from our dream neighborhood: the houses seem, at least, an acre a part, and the lots are wooded and private. We stand at the foot of the driveway and survey the house: it's a two-story imposing Tudor. It looks gorgeous, but huge. We can't believe we've found this house and it's listed for only $135k.
We make our way inside and the rooms are vast and empty. There are a number of windows, but still each room seems shrouded in shadow.
We don't even make our way through the whole house before we confer with each other that this house is too big and dark for us.
We leave and set out searching some more.