Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Husband Dave's dream house
Dave informs me that he wants to live out his days in something like this little Hobbit house. (Yes, it's a real house in Wales, and you can read all about it here.) In theory, I am completely in favor of the idea. The big challenge will be convincing Nio it's not one big urinal.
Some bit of Dave's DNA is always jonesing for the joys of cave dwelling. When we first moved back to Tennessee from Chicago, I was the designated house hunter, and I looked pretty seriously at an earth berm house similar to this one. I never let Dave see it, because I knew he would fall madly in love with the place, even though it was so far out in the sticks we'd be lucky to get our mail delivered once a week. It would have driven us both crazy in the long run. Still, I felt a real pang a few months later when I drove by it and saw the new owners working on it. It could have been our little hole in the ground.
My own goofy dream home is an old church--not some fancy brick thing with stained glass windows, but a simple clapboard church like the one I went to as a kid. I'd leave it all open and plain as possible, just one big, austere room with lots of books. I suppose I'd have to give up wearing a pentacle around my neck, since people might get the wrong idea. But it would be worth it.
Do you have a dream house?