By now you all know I’m developing my own house. The Benjamin One. Somehow it continues to feel like nothing but fiction. The design only exists in my computer. Talks I have with the local government, buyers, contractor, friends and colleagues are… talks. So, Benjamin One, my future house, continues to be some sort of imagination. A dream. Fiction.
I walked by the lot where my house will be constructed and realised something was different. I noticed little yellow pickets defining the lot. My lot. Suddenly the Benjamin One project turned from fiction to reality. It’s just four little pickets. But it makes all the difference to me.