Back in 2013 I had a house built. When I began the project, there was just me, so I wanted it to be for my life, my tastes, my things and done my way. It was selfish, it was self-indulgent. I didn’t care. Things didn’t work out the way I had planned, in many ways, but the journey was transformative and I felt lucky to be able to do it. The house was supposed to be a Minimalist Monument to Moi. It was a love story to my broken heart but it nearly broke me, and I nearly went broke. But in the end I finished the project and moved in. Living in it now I can’t believe the stress I was under and I can’t believe that it was me living it. You forget the pain, you forget the detail. So here’s a tip. You won’t believe it either unless you live it like I did. Live it from the start. Don’t spoil it by skipping to the end. Start here at the beginning.
I can’t wait to see this all unfold and eventually enjoy a wine on your deck….if there is one.
Hey mate. Bozzi mentioned your house project yesterday and I’m most intrigued! My love of residential architecture has never faded and I’m keen to see this Japanese-Queenslander rise from the soil. I can already sense the shrills of terror from Hamilton’s finest champagne-sipping ladyfolk at the sight of this bantamweight stilt-walker breaking etiquette. Keep the updates coming!!