My mind is often prone to wander off towards dreams and fantasies of a more unrealistic nature, which is why I presume – when we have a whole brand new house to plan for with reasonable needs like space planning and painting, I can’t stop thinking about the attic.
It’s a real romantic notion.
Since my childhood I’ve journaled. The voice has changed throughout the years but most times I write as if I’m communicating with an audience. That audience is often a girl that came after me, maybe I helped to make her, my child or my grandchild. This girl is sitting up in an old attic somewhere, breathing in the must of a generation gone by, flipping through the pages of all my most silly dreams and tales of the times that I lived in, interesting if only because they happened in the past.
It’s dramatic and it looks like something like a scene from the NeverEnding Story.
With that in mind, imagine my surprise when we popped our heads through the attic opening to find this roomy, spacey spot in our new home.
Wouldn’t it be irresponsible of us to have this much space above our heads without some usability?
My mind wanders from storage and stories to a full on finished conversion.
We had a contractor over this weekend, and he appeared overwhelmed with the thought of re-routing all of the pipes and ducts which proved the dude right, that I was pre-mature for pondering it, but I’m thinking long game here. There is an INCREDIBLE view on the other side of those eaves.
For now, I’ll settle my silly notions with thoughts of HVAC and insulation and we’ll pocket this dream for another time in the future, but since I’ve already indulged myself, I’ll share the attic conversion inspiration images that I gathered while dreaming.