June 24: Grand Design

The Task

Answer a question. The question is very materialistic in nature and not in the least productive, however, it is a question I find interesting.

If money was not an object, what would my house be like?


Why This Challenge?

I don’t know really. It is a common question asked, and it is fun to ponder. That is kind of it.


Execution.

I brainstormed what rooms I would like, such as a library, an office and a sauna. (I know, extravagant, but unlimited money plus health benefits blah blah blah). I then went into more detail, such as a walk-in pantry. I did not get into tiny details, such as colour and materials as preferences for them change seasonally. It was a fairly boring design, the main components being:

  • Surrounded by rainforest, or at the very least a lot of trees. However, still within 20 minutes’ drive from a major town.
  • Three floors total, the third of which consisting of only the bedroom and ensuite.
  • Completely self-reliant, off-grid and eco-friendly.
  • A personal sauna.
  • An edible and ideally beautiful garden.
  • Very open plan, with lots of glass outer walls.
  • Balconies.

What I’ve Learned.

I have learned that dreaming big is not only fun, but it sets an image into your mind for something to achieve and motivate you.

Also, in direct contrast to June 12th’s theme of anti-materialism, it is enjoyable to imagine yourself in a luxury house.


 

Day 6: Snail Mail

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters – Lewis Carrol

Day six made me put pen to paper and write a thank you letter. I GET SENTIMENTAL IN THIS POST. You have been warned…


Why did I choose this?

Not enough people in the world show appreciation to one another. I get it though: showing appreciation is hard. At least it is for me I suppose. I never sound sincere, or I just can’t find the right words to express the gratification in my chest, or I start to and the conversation gets in the way. That is a big one, conversation getting in the way. I can express gratification easily enough, but I am always left with a sense that I didn’t fully explain it, and that sucks. Plus sometimes there are awkward silences. Screw that.


Execution.

I had trouble thinking of whom to address the letter and what to thank them for. I thought of my Auntie, for lending me books from her collection, but I haven’t actually read them yet and I kind of feel bad for it. I thought of writing a letter to an author who impacted me, but realized that authors get a ton of letters like that, and it would lose its impact. I also thought of my girlfriend of course, but I considered that a copout solution. Then I found my target. An old friend of mine, who we will call John Doe, for anonymity’s sake. John has been a great friend to me, even though we don’t spend much time together now. When I needed a place to go so I could attend university, he convinced his dad to let me live with them for 6 months (Thank you John’s dad), and when I had no money, he bought me movie tickets and lunches just for the sake of us doing stuff as friends. When I was wearing something embarrassing, Mr. Doe would say so (after laughing) and when I was acting like a dick, he would also say so. John was just a good friend, plain and simple.

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What I’ve learned.

Appreciation is nice, and it is a lot easier when you have no interruptions or immediate embarrassment to worry about. Letters are also nice; they are crystallizing your thoughts on a piece of paper. I Don’t know why they are better than a simple text, maybe the time spent writing them, or the fact that it is so much tangible than a text, which therefore makes whatever is on it feel more real. I don’t know, but I am going to write more letters, even if this one was kind of bad.


PS: sorry for not sharing a picture of the letter’s contents. It was personal, hope you all understand.