My "Dream House"
Dec. 27th, 2012 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capri0mniSo -- I've got this long term, long-short-medium fiction project going, and now that I'm recovered (mostly) from NaNoWriMo, my mind has turned toward it once again. What that means, right now, is putting thought into a main character's house.
And that's got me thinking about the kind of house I really want to live in.
What I really, really want to live in is a space that's round; circles are just friendlier than squares. And with about third (maybe even half-- not really good at estimating space by eyeball) less interior space. Seriously.
The big Master Bedroom-with-full-bath/roll-in shower is the right size, because need all that wide open, empty space to have room to maneuver my wheelchair (which is a feature that makes the current version of Tiny House Movement unworkable for most with mobility impairments). And I use the adjacent laundryroom nook. But:
When I bought this house (Before I'd ever lived in a house of my own) I didn't know that actually cooking three squares a day would be beyond my spoon count, and that I'd end up surviving on prepared food zapped in the microwave for 90% of my meals. So basically, all the space I really need for a kitchen is space for a microwave and a freezer/refrigerator and a table to eat at-- I've never used the oven, but maybe three times in the sixteen-plus years I've lived here (and those times, I had help, and it didn't really work). And I hardly ever use the stove anymore.
The "Great Room" (aka "living room" for Northerners) is nothing but a big empty space that I have to cross in order to get from by bed to my computer room -- it's also an empty space with walls in between that separates the part of the house that gets nicely warmed by the sun from the part of the house where I actually spend my time. The guest room has turned into a closet for all the stuff from the House on the Mountain, since Father died... it's only used by the cats, now, who sleep on the bed, that's somewhere under all the books.
And you know what? All that extra, unused space, is depressing -- it reminds me every day that the cultural norm is "Family of Four with a Dog" while I live "All Alone." If I had a genie, who could zap this from the house I have to the house I'd be most comfortable in (so I wouldn't have to figure out where to live in the meantime), it would shrink down and turn into a little round (one storey) tower, and I could be like the woman who lived in a vinegar bottle (image of a children's book cover, showing a woman sitting in a vinegar-bottle-shaped house).
The problem is: Zoning. There are rules that say every house in a neighborhood has to be a certain, minimum, size (so as to give the appearance of affluence, and discourage those icky Poor People from moving in). And my house is already the smallest in the cul-de-sac.
And then, I had an idea which amused me: Keep the foundation footprint as it is, and turn that into a terrace/patio, with architectural columns all around the outside to define the space, and a garden of potted plants with benches and tables... So the space my house would take up would look just as big as all the others, at first glance, and it wouldn't be until you looked closer that you'd notice that the actual living space was about half the size... Heck-- I could even make the columns two storeys tall, and top them with a trellis with vines, to make it match the roof lines of the houses around it...
Y/Y?
(sometimes, it's fun to make wishes, just for the sake of it)
And that's got me thinking about the kind of house I really want to live in.
What I really, really want to live in is a space that's round; circles are just friendlier than squares. And with about third (maybe even half-- not really good at estimating space by eyeball) less interior space. Seriously.
The big Master Bedroom-with-full-bath/roll-in shower is the right size, because need all that wide open, empty space to have room to maneuver my wheelchair (which is a feature that makes the current version of Tiny House Movement unworkable for most with mobility impairments). And I use the adjacent laundry
When I bought this house (Before I'd ever lived in a house of my own) I didn't know that actually cooking three squares a day would be beyond my spoon count, and that I'd end up surviving on prepared food zapped in the microwave for 90% of my meals. So basically, all the space I really need for a kitchen is space for a microwave and a freezer/refrigerator and a table to eat at-- I've never used the oven, but maybe three times in the sixteen-plus years I've lived here (and those times, I had help, and it didn't really work). And I hardly ever use the stove anymore.
The "Great Room" (aka "living room" for Northerners) is nothing but a big empty space that I have to cross in order to get from by bed to my computer room -- it's also an empty space with walls in between that separates the part of the house that gets nicely warmed by the sun from the part of the house where I actually spend my time. The guest room has turned into a closet for all the stuff from the House on the Mountain, since Father died... it's only used by the cats, now, who sleep on the bed, that's somewhere under all the books.
And you know what? All that extra, unused space, is depressing -- it reminds me every day that the cultural norm is "Family of Four with a Dog" while I live "All Alone." If I had a genie, who could zap this from the house I have to the house I'd be most comfortable in (so I wouldn't have to figure out where to live in the meantime), it would shrink down and turn into a little round (one storey) tower, and I could be like the woman who lived in a vinegar bottle (image of a children's book cover, showing a woman sitting in a vinegar-bottle-shaped house).
The problem is: Zoning. There are rules that say every house in a neighborhood has to be a certain, minimum, size (so as to give the appearance of affluence, and discourage those icky Poor People from moving in). And my house is already the smallest in the cul-de-sac.
And then, I had an idea which amused me: Keep the foundation footprint as it is, and turn that into a terrace/patio, with architectural columns all around the outside to define the space, and a garden of potted plants with benches and tables... So the space my house would take up would look just as big as all the others, at first glance, and it wouldn't be until you looked closer that you'd notice that the actual living space was about half the size... Heck-- I could even make the columns two storeys tall, and top them with a trellis with vines, to make it match the roof lines of the houses around it...
Y/Y?
(sometimes, it's fun to make wishes, just for the sake of it)
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