I can't ever see myself building.
I hate those McMansion estates and I love old established suburbs and the gracious old houses one finds in them.
It takes so long for a garden to be established so ideally I would love to buy a home with an old established garden full of mature trees.
I also hate dealing with contractors and subbies, the smell of paint, builder's dust and so on so if I built I would be totally hands-off until it's time for key handover - which is probably a recipe for disaster.
I have my days when I think I would love to build a sustainable, straw-bale home but not often.
Last year I was really keen on building or renovating but I ended up having to paint a few doors and decided that I must have been crazy lol. It's fun for about 10 minutes then it's just hard, boring work.
ETA - For me there is no point in building so I can have things just as I like it because I'm such a fickle person. One day I love kitchen islands and hanging saucepans and the next day I think they just annoying and that saucepans should be hidden in a cupboard so I may as well save myself (and DH) the stress of trying to make these choices and get what someone else thought was perfect because I'll probably be happy with it and if I'm not at least I won't blame myself.
In the book There's Something About Kevin there is a passage about how 'perfect/dream homes' are always a bit imperfect that really resonated with me.


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I would love a holiday instead of a few more slabs of concrete

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