Around 1990, my wife and I discussed whether or not we should move. We were getting restless after having lived in the same house for a long time. For lack of space, my study had been changed into a child's bedroom. I definitely needed a room of my own in order to finish the first edition of this book. My wife thought her kitchen too small.
The opportunity to buy a building lot in a new development plan arose. We gathered information, looked for an architect, subscribed to the plan. Still, we were not sure whether we really wanted to leave our house. It was situated very nicely in a dead-end street, with a garden facing south and a playground in front. When asked, our children told us they did not want to move to a new neighborhood.
So, we asked an architect about the possibility of rebuilding our house. He produced a blueprint in which the altered house had a larger kitchen and four extra rooms. We were sold on the idea immediately. We told ourselves that this rebuilding would also be cheaper, although the architect could not yet give us a reliable cost estimate.
After giving the rebuilding plan some more thought, we decided this was the way to go. My brother, who is employed in the building industry, warned us of the mess it would create. We thought we could handle it. We started the procedure to get permission, which takes at least half a year in The Netherlands – and costs money (this was not accounted for).
In August, a year later, we were finally ready to start. The rebuilding ...