If it were an Irvine home, can I call my marriage the most over-rated entity in my life?
So, we started ground up. We got a raw piece of land but picked rightly to build our dream home. It was very simple when we started out. A few walls to guard our souls, a few windows to let some fresh air when the air inside gets musty, a few skylights so that the bright sunlight drives away dark thoughts. But then, we had our own visions on how it looked. Took us time, a little love, a little manipulation to zero in on a floor plan so that we can start building.
We started building, but we had to do an emergency addition. That addition altered the whole floor plan! We worked together and made it happen. Furniture came in before the carpet was laid, but it was OK. Then we spent some time in the small house, together, still trying to understand the walls and windows. We wanted another addition. Plans ready, permits gathered, it failed. We tried again, and have another addition to match the first one.
Result: We have a McMansion sitting on a premium piece of land with lovely additions and various upgrades. Sometimes it looks nothing short of Taj Mahal, and sometimes it?s just a waste of space that we don?t use. Upgrades happen every now and then to keep the love for the house alive. No gold yet, but lot of steel. No marble yet, but ample granite.
No leaks, cracks yet to summon a contractor, but the floor creeks every once in a while. I hear the termites eating up my neighbor's house, built with the same materials, and take precautions to guard our foundation.
Sometimes I forget the whole purpose of building a house to live in it and enjoy it and spend my time paying mortgage, or picking put the weeds, or pouring Clorox on the counters and scrubbing the bathtub. That?s my house!
