Isn’t it funny how sometimes the thing you swore you’d never do becomes the exact thing you do?  I would have sworn on my life, that Scott and I would never build a house.  Seriously.  I just didn’t think our fiery strong-willed individual selves could withstand that type of pressure cooker situation, together.  But after seven years of house hunting, here we are.

We’re six months in to building a house and still alive (and mostly sane)!

It’s been more time-consuming than I ever dreamed possible.  There are more details that go into deciding where every light bulb, plug and switch should go than one would ever even want to imagine.  For this girl, who is generally a care-free, “fly by the seat of my pants” kind of person, there’s this annoying little dash of obsessive attention to detail that emerges at times when you least expect it.  (Like every single time I …