You win a contest to build your dream home. Draft the plans.
Dream home (and dream car…)
I know this is going to sound corny, sentimental, take it as you want…
My dream house is any place that my wife and I are living in together. This photo dates back to 1993. Let me tell you the story. I had finished 6 long long years at university. Then I had to do the compulsory military service of old South Africa. I served as a chaplain in the Engineering Corps. A young, married one.
We have already been married in my 5th year at university- I was barely 23. I finished university. The Army waited no more… It was BAD, being married, and having to go through basic training and Officer Training alone- (as alone as you can get in a bungalow full of other guys…) Then, as an officer, I could live with my wife on base, in a shabby little hut… We had to do a year of military service. When I finished the army duty, I was unemployed. My wife had a good job and she kept us alive… while being pregnant with our first child. We moved into the personnel flat of a school dormitory (the photo) and I had to do some of the chores like overseeing the study times. It was noisy in this boy’s dorm, with bells ringing the whole time. Later on I got employed on a part time basis at a local church.
We had very little money to go around in those days. But we survived, and were very happy- two young people in love… It is still like that today- after 23 years of marriage. We live in a huge, old church house. My wife makes it a home. And one day, if I reach 65 years old, I will retire. My dream home will not be large, we do not get that big a salary… I would love a small house, with room for a library for both of us. I would like a decent kitchen, and an outdoor living space where we can do the BRAAI (South African Barbeque) and have good times with our friends… And a place to park my Harley (See my Bucket List…)
That Toyota Conquest on the photo was one of my favourite cars of all times, I inherited a little bit of money when my father died, and bought this sporty car with it. It gave me years of good service, but it died in a nasty accident without killing me… An old man didn’t look, and drove from a farm road onto the national road, right in front of me. I had a high speed accident (100 km/h), nearly head on, without getting even a scratch on myself- it was a model before airbags. The old man survived too, but both cars were totalled.
A Dream home is any place I can stay with my wife, and be happy. A ocean view would be lovely… Or mountains… definitely not overlooking industrial areas.