"Dad, I just bid on a container on ebay! I'm the current high bidder!"
"You did what? We haven't even talked about this yet? Wheres it going to go? How much? Can you get out of it? This is a bigger thing than you think it will be"
"I'm up to $4,000 but it comes with heaps of stuff in it, we just need to fix it all up. I figured i'd put it out the back or something, I don't know, buy a block of land somewhere.. Dad I'm doing it, just help me"
"Stop bidding"
Luckily I lost that one, although it didn't seem all that lucky at the time. Either way I had Dad on side now, he figured I was for real and was just going to do it anyway. The next day I contacted everyone I could find on the internet to find out costs, sizes and availability. Dial-a-Box, Mick & Maureen, lovely! So sweet and encouraging that I didn't really care how much, and on suggestion I purchased a 40 foot high top container. 40ft x 8ft x 10ft. Just had to make sure dad was home for delivery, hope next weeks ok!
Mom, the supporter, the yes woman, the follow your dreams-er, thinks out side the box, very passionate & full of drive. The saving grace in this story! She would get home from work and I would make her walk the property trying to decide on a location. We would agree and suggest to dad, too hard to get too, too low, too visible, too messy, too far from the house, etc.
Enter the vacant block next door. Boarders dad's shed, has plenty of room and is currently use for storage. The issue, its not flat, its overgrown and practically unusable. Dad has a friend, long story short and I have a large flat area in which I can place my first container. Its delivered the following week and the journey begins..
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Pedro on the bobcat |
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Flatter than perfection |
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The first container arrives |
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Vast open spaces? |
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