I have always loved to grow indoor plants. In the beginning of this adventure, I had all the very typical plants; wandering jew, airplane plant, Swedish Ivy (I still love that plant), kangaroo vine. At one point there were so many plants in the house that it looked like a greenhouse.
But that was before I moved back into my childhood home to care for my father after my mother had passed away. When my parents built this house they could have cared less about the light that comes in. For the million years they were in charge, they kept the draperies closed all but a few hours of a few days a year. Grim is a good description of the vibe in this poor old place. There is only one window that faces the south (not counting the tiny bathroom windows), three east (the biggest being in the garage), one window and one door north and all the rest are windowns facing west. Hard to find a place for "normal" plants to get indirect good sunlight.