The excitement does not simply die down. Like teenage love. Maybe like an adult obsession, too. I am talking about or referring to a personal project I took the risk of embarking on almost two months ago. The original plan was to have a simple place where I could stay when I get too tired of work and I intend to go back to our real home. But the plan got revised and then revised more.
Its story. I am fortunate to have an architect, who is not stranger to us, who responded to my request for a condo-type design on a tight budget. The original cost, following the design, had to be adjusted too, twice. For someone like me who had no prior experience on projects such as this one, and not much resources except for some limited savings, the project came as a surprise or shock. But I had to take the much needed risk, lest I would shelve the plan.
I thought it was the right time. Maybe God would not let me pursue it, if it was not. The planning process was rigorous. I started sending out design inspirations to the architect, which he translated into 3D executions, because I would not be able to understand these if they would come in technical perspectives. I said I wanted small spaces for a kitchen, living area, and attic for a room where I could house an increasing number of my books and other favorite belongings. I also wanted these, I said, to be accented by wood and a few bricks. It turned out he added more, including a small balcony, porch, and a considerable space for lanai and laundry area. Every space is maximized.
Documentation junkie. As such, I even bought a house planner where to draw my initial concepts and document the process. A serious qualitative researcher, I took on the opportunity to draw up a timeline and list down the milestones of the construction process. The other plans I would mark on the planner too, like additional items to be bought, which would also eat up my resources, such as a shower encloser and chandelier to serve as accent from the high ceiling of the attic, which are not originally part of the initial costing. It is a combination of excitement and worry that things will not always be enough. But as suggested by friends, I can always design the project in an installment or staggered fashion. Maybe things will look brighter this Christmas, when generous resources would pour in on time for the season of happiness and prosperity. I want to imagine the landscaping project I will share with my youngest sis whose house faces, quite intentionally, mine, because, we, too, are the best of friends, sharing a lot of common interests.
Dream 2015. I could not wait to write about the finished project next time, matched with actual photos of how this turned out. I know that would be so soon.