This builder-type built himself an amazing home in the shell of a his bushfire effected home (from the Black Saturday fires of 2009).
He didn't appear to have anyone to share this fabulous home with.
All the money in the world but all alone.
It makes me wonder what motivates people?
What would drive the builder-type with his holistic approach to health and architecture to create such an inspiring space, when he had no-one to share it with?
I don't think I could (for reasons other than my distinct lack of carpentry skills).
I don't think I could be bothered maximising the view in my open shower if it were just for me.
I probably shouldn't admit it, but I think I was thinking that he is selfish to be so kind to himself. To be so self-indulgent.
But then, doesn't everybody deserve to create their perfect space?
Shouldn't we all make the most of our life in whatever way turns us on, irrespective of what
Maybe I am the sad one?
Maybe I am just jealous because I honestly wouldn't know where to start to create the perfect space for me.
I am torn.
What do you think?