My spouse and I have been living for the last 25 years in a small apartment in a big city. It's 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 1 living room + kitchen and a couple closets. I reckon the whole surface of our place would barely qualify as enough for a 'master bedroom' to the average US menage but we're not Americans so we don't care ;)
We're not poor (we're not rich, either). We simply have chosen to live like that. Learning to make with the little space we live in. Exactly like we have chosen a couple decades ago to not own a car (and to not take the plane) anymore. We want to try to reduce the amount of waste we generate and reduce our 'ecological footprint' on this planet.
Trying here being the important word: we do our best but there are obviously many things we could do better and a few we probably can't improve much upon (like, I have lifelong health issues that require regular medical care and surgery, which means a lot of waste are being created just to keep me alive a little longer but, nope, I don't feel like ending myself sooner would be a good idea, not even to spare the planet some waste, sorry ;)
Hate is a strong word, with or without vehemency.
There are things I despise (most media, social or traditional, being an example of), there are things I don't like (bananas), stuff and behaviours I disagree with (certainties and personal opinions used as indisputable truth, violence), and then there are people I dislike, some deeply (like... nope, I won't name anyone) but I'd rather not hate. Not anymore, like I may have hated when I was younger.
Hate helps no one solve any issue, helps no one in becoming a better person. It certainly does not help me, quite the opposite.