Those very words dropped from my delightful wife's mouth the other day.
"Excited about...?"
"The possibility of jointly owning/building a duplex?"
"Yeah, very excited about that. Not so much about the
[expletive deleted] amount of work that lies ahead."
It's hard enough moving into a new abode. The packing, unpacking, painting, cleaning, culling and keeping your toddler away from the dangerous implements of moving; box-cutter, shrink-wrap, ice-pick, hatchet and chainsaw (maybe this is way our stuff always gets damaged, I've got to pack differently!). Add to that the complexity and run-around of buying a house and you can see why my enthusiasm is tempered.
Now fold in the
uber-complex process of building a duplex from the ground-up; gawd, I'm surprised I have soiled myself.
Deep down I'm very excited about this. I have visions of our ground breaking party, clinking glasses and
champagne, moving in next to cool neighbours and good friends, and the wicked house-warming party we'd have. But I also have visions of permit offices, zoning applications, the city design committee, contractors, sub-trades, scope management, risk, issues and cost over-runs.
So I'm up for the challenge, but you can't blame me feeling overwhelmed.