It can be hard
Seventeen months of Covid have amplified the challenges of and revealed cracks in multi-family/multi-generational living. Although we get along well, all of us adults are longing for our own spaces. I long for an office free of distractions. And a kitchen under my management.
An informal survey of fellow writers revealed that men are not distracted by other people in the room, the washing machine chiming, or children needing transportation. Women are. Even if the needs aren’t real.
I touched upon this subject in a previous post. Right now, for instance, alone in my room, my ear is alert for Mike to request help with a project. Although I know he won’t. He respects my writing time.
Facing the abyss of insanity . . .
. . . Mike and I began the search for a condo, a run-away-from-home retreat where I could do my thing and we could entertain friends. When not using it, we would rent it out. Following several considerations, we decided we wanted to be within easy driving distance of our closest friends.
I called my realtor Lou, and we looked. We saw a lot of work. We also saw lots of $$$$.
And so we are building a she-shed.
We should have done this years ago. The ordinances and permits overwhelmed us when we considered the ideal structure. Now we will go with less than ideal but comfortable. House Lessons by Erica Bauermeister inspired me. Deep Work by Cal Newport affirmed that I am not crazy.
Within minutes of Googling, I had received a call, text, voice mail, and email from Victor at Tuff Shed. I think he is excited. It’s rubbing off on me.