Garage? What's that?
Remember my little house? Now picture boxes and bowls of tomatoes. They are now spread all over, some in windowsills, some in the fridge, some in the freezer, and a bunch still on the counter. I'm going to skip the wrapping and just keep them in boxes and will rotate them, kind of like an incubator. That is, until I have a space-related hissy fit (they seem to happen weekly) and they end up...somewhere else.
Off topic: we've been in this small--by American standards--house for 3 years now, intentionally choosing it because of its size (1200 SF, which includes a finished attic, no garage, built in 1890). I really thought I would have adapted by now, but I haven't. I'm grateful for what I have, but, man, this bumping into stuff all the time makes me c-r-a-b-b-y.