It strikes me so funny when I tell someone that I am hiring the contractors, getting the materials, etc. and they are so shocked.
The look that came over two people today was like that of disbelief or shock.
I try to explain what I am doing -something about the process-and it is more like I am speaking another language.
It makes me think that people overseeing the building of their own homes is a dying art.
When I grew up the neighbors all built their own homes, or built them with their families.
Then it sort of shifted to homeowners hiring a local carpenter type to do it.
Nowadays, it seems one hires a general contractor-large building company- to do it all and the landowner just moves in when it is finished in four to five months.
I am proud of myself for doing this even though I have wanted to quit a million times. I also think perhaps I am too romantic for my own good-having the idea that building ones own home was a romantic ideal. lol
Are you too dreamy for your own good?
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