So, it’s now been officially 2 nights that I’ve slept at the new house, and I swear I keep finding more and more quirks to this place.
Usually when it comes to subjects about housing and me, there isn’t really much to say, I am on welfare payments so therefore it’s not that likely that I’m going to live anywhere special. We will never see a house like this again, I didn’t realise how crazy it was when we inspected it because someone else was living here already so we couldn’t look at it properly. This house is Frankenstein. It started as a little house and then they decided to renovate, and by renovate I mean, they pretty well took 3 different styled rooms and crammed them together. We have 4 different ceiling levels, we have so many steps everywhere because the floors are on so many levels too. The walls don’t match, the floors don’t match, it looks so ratty and yet it all stays together and works well.
This house is old, the first part was built in the 40s, then the next parts were extended in the 80s. And my fuck the person who decided to renovate this house must of been on some serious hallucinogenics, and was clearly an artist and not a builder, because this house is not a house, it is an art piece, and a trip out spot.
Don’t believe me? I’m going to show you ALL the things I bet you’re probably never going to see in a house, and you tell me your theory of what the fuck was going on in the brain of whoever designed this house:
If this house had it’s own saying, it would be: Fuck it, good enough. Which is great, because when it comes to cleaning and interior design, that is my sentiments exactly.
Now, this is where my photos get even more weird. Did you notice the hallway wall of mirrors? It’s not the only mirror feature in this house, not by a long shot.
Here’s some more mirror photos:
There is one really annoying, illogical feature this house has…
But it’s ok though, because…
I could give you even more examples, but there are just so many other things that are strange about this place, but this post would go forever.
But maybe I might be able to stretch this into a part 2.
Annnnnd I’m going to leave you with a weird song, because trippy house need trippy music played through it: