mundanity

[kespernorth]

It seems like the only personal conversations I hear going on around here are on the topic of houses bought and sold, kitchens remodeled, cars purchased. They speak of things with real care, real vehemence, like they were talking about the fate of their life and freedom.

The idea of having a serious emotional investment in the color of my kitchen counters is really foreign to me, almost repugnant. It just seems so... horribly dull and meaningless. I don't want to fritter away my private life with "home improvement" and having a deck added to the house. I want to live and dream and write and enjoy the company of my friends and loved ones.

These people need bigger dreams. *sigh*

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[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

I've been designing houses since I was 12. Since I got together with Neph it's only gotten worse. (Although I must admit I don't agonise over the colour of the countertops, because, well. Black. or stainless steel. And not laminate-crap. Because it's crap.)

I think for Neph and I a lot of it is just... having space that works for *us*. Our requirements are pretty unique to us, and it takes so much more time and energy working to the space you have than if the space was designed correctly.

Also, because Neph is so disabled- our house *is* our primary social arena. People come to us. We therefore want to have a space that works for that- room to put people who want to stay, room for people to gather and bring computers and make food.

Home improvement *is* a huge and largely pointless industry, but- some of us aren't complete freaks, thanks. :P (Also, trust me. If you spend 95%+ of your time in one place, you *really* want it to be nice to be in. I'm convinced the decoration scheme in the current house we're renting is making me insane. I had to take down the freaky teddy bear posters on the walls. They were *staring* at me. Staring, I tell you.)