Baby... you gotta move with the times. No one (except deranged Petunias) like one-storey houses. So passé, you see.
So, I am back to Square One. I look upon an empty plot of land and now have to art-and-craft a new abode upon it. It feels a lot like when Art Teacher asked me to paint a bunch of lemongrass... or onion... or design a cartoon. I would do my best but Art Teacher always failed me... and once she loudly exclaimed in front of the class "Petunia, your shadows are all wrong!! Where is your light? I can't tell how the light is falling on your mushroom!!"
So loud. So embarassing. And I still failed the mushroom piece. You felt like telling her "I dunno laaaaah Mrs Tan! God made mushrooms for eating. Not for drawing. And how can you be so blind that you can't see that the light is falling from all directions and so there is NO SHADOW!?"
Anyway, I just tell myself that I will build a house that is easy to clean, a breeze to maintain, bright and airy. I don't need expensive furnishings or the latest in design excellence... and it doesn't have to be beautiful. Just a practical house with a lot of light... and easy to sell away.
And I will set Milo upon any guest who dares to yell "The shadows in your house are all wrong!"