At first, we were planning to build the new house exactly where the current house is. But we’d have to build something else to live in while we built the new house.
Then we thought we’d build it on top of the pool. Then Husband started thinking that the process of filling in the pool (putting in dirt, tamping it down, putting in dirt, tamping it down) would be tedious. And I realized that our view to the south would be this:
And while we are thankful for our pole barn as it houses Husband’s business, I’m not sure that’s what I want to see straight out my windows every day.
Husband suggested we situate the new house in front of the current house, but closer to the northern property line.
Then my view to the south would be this:
And my view from our private deck (just outside the master bedroom) would be this:
And this is what I would see to the north, out the bedroom windows:
And right outside the mudroom / laundry room / utility room would be the chicken coop:
(I don’t know why the chickens aren’t outside in this picture. Perhaps they wanted shade, which I cannot understand since this is the first sunny day we’ve had in a DECADE.) (I exaggerate the truth, but not my feelings.)
Husband went out and measured and put in stakes where the house would be.
That’s our front porch. Isn’t it pretty? *wink*
I think we’re pretty sure about this decision.
But then, I was pretty sure about the other decisions, too. It’s a process.
Husband has spent the last two weeks drawing plans. Then tweaking and redrawing. He impresses me. I cannot see that stuff in my head, but he can.
It’s getting exciting. It’s still probably three years away, but it’s exciting nonetheless.