Aw Erin, I've only been gone a day. You sweetheart, I love you so. I have to commute 8km each way to blog, and I ride my motorcycle real slow, because commute is more dangerous for me than other people. So I don't want to blog every day if possible. If I had home Internet I would probably blog everyday, at least a journal of sorts. Got to keep things mundane if you want to raise a family. This also happens to be my week of isolation, where I stay away from the Internet and people in general. It has nothing to do with you, In fact, I wish you were with me to share my isolation. I love you, and I need you.
Pretty much all of the houses and buildings here are made of solid brick. You're not going to find wooden stud frames covered by drywall and plaster here. I think the issue is termites. The old style traditional houses were made of wood, but no more. Something else you need to consider is that there are no basements here. That's because of flooding. In fact, I see more and more buildings with raised foundations nowadays. When the time and money comes to me inshaAllah, I will have to demolish my grandfather's old house to make room for yours. That's a lot of trash, and it's not as if I can just burn the wooden parts. My aunt suggested that I recycle as much as possible, and that would take a slow and systematic demolition. There's a lot of stone, though. Anyway! I'll cross that bridge when I get there inshaAllah. You just draw yourself up a nice house, OK?
