If I ever hit the Big One and come into a whole pile of money, I want to build my own house, my Giant House. Not giant in size, but giant in scale.
Here’s my must-haves for my dream home:
I don’t want to live in a huge city, but I’d like to be close enough to one to be able to access restaurants, shopping and cultural events. Neither am I a country girl. Town life suits me fine.
If money is no object, I want someone to cut the grass, tend the gardens and plow the snow. Yes, snow. Because I fully intend to continue to live in Canada, regardless of my fabulous fortune. I don’t think there’s too many better places to be in the world than right here.
I’ve never wanted a huge house. Too much to clean! Of course, I’d have someone to do that for me, right? But still. Two bedrooms and a den are plenty for me.
Lots of windows, lots of light, high ceilings, open concept. A sauna and a hottub, with a nice deck. Bookshelves built-in everywhere, with a rolling ladder for fun. Big floppy couches. A fireplace. A real fireplace, for real wood. A big wraparound porch, to protect in the winter and shade in the summer. Climbing vines.
Finally, I’m upscaling everything. All countertops will be 3 – 4 inches higher than standard. I’m tired of dealing with things that are meant for the average-sized woman, bending over a sink with a sore back. My house will be BIGGIFIED throughout. Taller toilet, like in the handicapped stalls in public washrooms. I love those toilets. Longer tub. Higher counters.
Dale, Rick, y’all come visit whenever you want. All you miniature peeps are welcome too. We’ll have little stepstools all ready for you.
And I’ll call Rusty.