Playing farmer

For the most part the house is done.  It is funny ,  at the end of the day Saturday when most of the things were off the list ,  Girlfriend and Dad where staring at the house teary eyed.   I was looking at the ground next to it planning the shop/ home office.  I understand it is an accomplishment,  and I understand it is something to feel a degree of pride in,  I don't though.    Now the memories I have made with my father building this house are something I will treasure forever.  The long nights in the house alone working with my thoughts I appreciate.  The physical hardening of my muscles and mind are obvious benefits.  The learning of each step to use in future goals are wonderful. But,  the actual completion of the task,  just another Saturday where I didn't get enough done.   I am in no way sad , or depressed,  or mad.  Just a general feeling of what's next?

Tilting at new projects in replace of windmills is my default setting.  Completion of things means a moment of inactiveness that I don't find comfort in.  While the house has all working facilities  I still walk over to my trailer when the need arises.   Its like its not a real thing,  just something I checked off a list.  Wanted to build a house so I did.  If not for my dad does not have another one in him to build I would be just as fine with selling it I think.  If it wasn't on my property.   I have spent a few days trying to define why I feel like this,  or why the lack of feeling.  Best answer I can come up with is it does not feel like home.   It is for sure a house,  a house I am complimented on by everyone who sees it.  Its not home though.  Maybe when I move in it will but I am in no hurry weirdly.  

I apologize for the 10 pictures to follow but I think some of you guys/gals would like to see them .   Each is the room completed basically.  Just some touch up paint,  cabinet knobs  and cleaning to be done .   I own no furniture presently that I would move over there.  It will come in time.  I don't see a reason to spend money on a couch when I can spend money on building something next.  I have a few camp chairs that work fine for me. 

A fine job, Travis!
And it is great indeed that you were able to work alongside your dad to get it all accomplished.

If and when you decide to furnish it, I would suggest looking at consignment shops occasionally. My wife sells a lot of small stuff in the stores around here, but I am always amazed at how much furniture goes in and out of the stores in fantastic condition for a fraction of what people originally spent. The main store that my wife sells at is picky about what they accept.

Beautiful! I hope, in time, it feels like home to you.

Holy Cow Derv!

I haven't been on this thread in a while.

When's the house warming party?


Lookin awesome.  Quite the Barndominium!

A house is not a home until it has dog hair on the sofa and a few muddy paw prints on those nice floors. Maybe a big rough hewn table in that great kitchen with a tray in the middle full of hot sauces. It’ll get there. Give it a chance.