Now I am back to reality with my feet planted on the ground, eyes wide open and body very un-limp... and I find to my horror that I absolutely retch/vomit/throw up/barf at the idea of having to rebuild a house. A person who buys 5 t-shirts of the same colour, and 24 light fixtures of the same sort, and chooses one fabric for the curtains in the whole apartment... (all because she is trying to save herself another trip to the mall) cannot possibly live through the ordeal of choosing slate, brick, wood, tiles... I realise that this project is going to occupy every waking moment of my life for 1 or 2 years (estimate given by someone who built her own beautiful house).
That is AWFUL!!
Besides, it will simply cost far too much for comfort says the penny-pinching side of Petunia, who is almost never the victim of seductive visions. There is nothing better than money (or the lack thereof) to pop the bubble of a seductive vision. So, we've decided to simply renovate (a prospect that still makes me want to retch) and if we want a 2-storey house, we'll buy one ready-made and save me a trip to an early grave.