In the Beginning...

...One morning over breakfast with my parents, which is a weekday occurrence in my household, my father casually asked me when I was going to consider moving out. Feeling slightly offended - as a teenager I had always planned to move out as soon as possible - by the flippant question, my reply was simply "well if you want me to, I suppose I'll have to start looking for a small hole I can afford on my pitiful salary". Not really a simple reply, now that I think of it. I only started my working life in March 2009. 2006-2009 I was studying Interior Design at CPUT (but that's another story, not suitable for sensitive readers).

To my surprise the offending question - which my father had meant to sound offending, as he often intends - was to be the beginning of a real life day dream. Perhaps I should say, the incarnation of much day dreaming.

The granny flat - which used to house a granny, my granny specifically - which had been vacant for several months (the evidence of this seen by the cobwebs and various breeds of spider inhabiting the dwelling) since granny had moved to the larger granny flat - yes, there are two - was to be mine. I was sure the only reason for this was cuz my mother wanted to make my (soon to be ex) bedroom into a guest bedroom. The truth is tho, they're just really generous parents who understand that I would appreciate my own space, especially space I didn't have to pay rent for...

Yes, no rent. The deal was to be - any renovations, decorating etc were to be at my own expense. I said yes please immediately and started saving...



This is my documentation of the progress.