We finally got our finished plans from the architect. He’s a pencil and paper sort of guy, so there are no fancy 3D renderings. But I’ll share the elevations, because they’re still kind of fun.
As we move closer to actually breaking ground – probably in the spring, now that subzero temperatures have settled quite thoroughly into the area – I got an E-mail from my builder asking if the architect had provided a site plan. Well, not so much. But I did send him a little plan I had draw up myself.
I’m sure there is a piece of software or handy app somewhere that would have made this a much easier task. But, lacking those, I did a screen capture of the satellite image of our place from the GIS system, and carefully marked the scale. Then I moved it into Photoshop and used an approximation of pixels against that scale to draw little outlines of the buildings we’d like to eventually have on the property. Here it is:
Now that the land is ours, we can move on to other things.
First thing – the people need a place to live. We need a house. When we first decided to build, for whatever reason, both of us were thinking “Dutch Colonial.” Stylish, classic, and not as common as the more ubiquitous “modern farmhouse” – whatever that means. But (strange as this concept is to some people) the style of a house has some influence over its layout, and how it “lives.” A Colonial, of any flavor, is a somewhat formal home. And, if we’re to be honest, we aren’t formal people.
Almost two years ago, now, my husband and I came to a point where we decided that we’d like a bit more space to live our lives. I’m not sure if it was the neighbor ratting us out for our illicit chickens, the waking up repeatedly to flashing lights in the windows as local police visited the house around the corner. Again. Or the feeling of constriction of not being able to use our little yard the way we’d like. My two daughters are on the Autism spectrum, and not aware enough of danger to be allowed to play outside without really close supervision – very nearly hands on. We had a few notices stuck to the door by the city regarding various “infractions” of ordinances. Even when all we really have are two small raised beds for herbs and veggies.