jeudi, juin 03, 2010
I'm not a "from scratch" kind of person.
I have friends who find creation relaxing -- and many of them are really quite good at it.
Some knit blankets for older folks and babies.
Some needlepoint, their suburban homes decorated with exquisite tapestries.
Others come home from draining days at the office and enter happily into the alchemy of the kitchen, transforming yeast and flour into bread, carrots and broth into soup, their dining rooms fragrant with cumin and ginger and garlic.
Give me a container garden, and the odds are pretty good I won't kill it. My sauteed pak choy, however, was greeted by my son with the announcement that he had terrible stomach pains.
And I can't recall ever actually using anything that I needled.
But now that our house is a wink and a nod away from being sold, we may have to start from scratch.
I hadn't thought about working with an architect to build a sustainable home until a couple of days ago.
But we haven't found the house that we want at this point -- and the young couple who is probably buying our home want to settle in August.
I have to be honest. It's a scary prospect, starting from scratch.
It means temporary housing, probably an apartment, so that the children can attend the same schools. Packing, unpacking and then doing it once more. More stress. Contractors.
And yet the possibility to be a part of constructing a home that won't have a negative effect on our environment is tremendously appealing. A home that has our fingerprints on it. A home that reflects our ideals.
Maybe, as we gather our belongings and get ready to be gypsies again, the close to perfect house will present itself...but in the meantime....I'm excited.
And scared.Did I mention scared?