Something has skipped a generation.
My Mum loves building houses and renovating.
My Dad loves building houses and renovating.
I thought when we bought our own house and it was actually MINE I'd somehow find a passion for building and renovating. There's passion, passionate dislike! I don't like choosing colour schemes or fixtures (I did for all of about two months then the reality of budgets and actually having to commit to something changed that!), I don't like making decisions about it, and I passionately dislike, with the fire of 1000 suns, LIVING IN THE MIDST OF BUILDING. I can't count the number of times in the last six months that I have just wanted to turn tail and move back to our old house (no, be moved back to our old house - the only thing I dislike more than building is moving) and if it weren't for the whole "landlords throwing you out so you have to move"** I'd happily rent the rest of my life. People keep saying I'll like it when I start seeing things come together, well things are coming together and I feel relieved in the same way one may feel relieved when a very large hippopotamus stops sitting on your head. I wouldn't say I like it.
Thankfully, our very good God had the foresight to provide me with a husband who LIKES all this stuff and has strong feelings on colour schemes and fixtures - so I don't have to. I just have to put up with the building part for a little while longer!
Whingy melt down over, we now return you to your regularly scheduled blog reading.
** Just a side note, we kept getting evicted because landlords decided to liquidate their assets and sell the house we were living in, NOT because I didn't pay rent or had wild parties. Just thought I'd clarify