It is my seventh year of living in a relatively teeny-weeny space, and I'm thinking I never want to have a really big house. Bigger than this apartment, sure. One day. But big? No. No way.
When I was little, having a big house was high on the list of things I wanted to achieve. I remember drawing a picture of my dream house once and showing my father. "It's one square acre," I announced proudly (yes, meaning that each side of the house was an acre long). Dad agreed that that was indeed an impressively big house, and then made some gentle inquiries about how much thought I had put into the practicalities of owning such a large place. I soon realised his concerns. "Well, it's got two toilets on every floor," I pointed out, unconsciously making sure that the adults would have something to laugh at after I had retired to bed that night.
Anyway, I hate to disappoint my younger self, but I no longer want a house that's one square acre, or anything even close to that. I don't even want an acre of land. I would have literally no idea what to do with it, and the neighbours would ring the council and complain that I wasn't maintaining my section – which I wouldn't be, not out of malice, but because I wouldn't realise all that land belonged to me.
Shipping container homes have recently caught my fancy, but not as much as some of the minimalist designs that I've come across while doing important research into future living options*. When done right, they sit unobtrusively within their surroundings, rather than perching on top of the land as if dropped by a spaceship. They are sleek and clever. They have the look and feel of the mid-century modern aesthetic that I love, with the contemporary comforts of today, and usually, a price tag that would not even begin to get you a house of one square acre.
If you could build your dream house, what would it be like?
*Read: mucking around on the internet.