This DIY guide includes 65 pages that cover special techniques, helpful guidelines on how to build a comfortable and nice home only from containers. Not only will you get the detailed instructions on building a container home, but you also get photos illustrating step-by-step of the building process. You’ll get your choice between 25 default home blueprints. Then, you’ll get to work. You can customize them as you go. The main thing is to get started. One of the biggest sections of the book itself is the safety aspects. Containers are built to take some serious knocks and are weatherproof. Even in the case of an earthquake, the container will hold up well. You’re getting a strong home that’s safe as well. Build A Container Home states that constructing a container home is easy as one has to buy or rent a container that can be placed in the desired backyard. Adding doors, windows, staircases, etc. can be easily done once the container is finalized. According to the author, 90% of constructed buildings are usually attributed to excellent planning. As such, inside this e-guide, you are going to explore a comprehensive plan to achieve your designed and planning goals.
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I often stay in a daze until late at night. Friends around me think I am strange, always absent-minded. I couldn't give myself a reason to look for her, and even thought that a phone call might be an offense. There is a wall of insurmountable morality. My love rages around outside the wall, but it always stops when I want to head on.
A few years ago, I was studying in a quiet town in Europe.
That summer, when I received a call from a friend, he had a friend who came to travel and asked if he could stay with me for a few days. Because one of the bedrooms was always empty, I had just bought a good car at that time, and my forehand was itchy, and I was hospitable, so I readily agreed.
I still remember that it was Saturday, and I opened my voicemail box and left a message. Press the play button, and a girl's sweet voice came out, calling my name first. I was stunned, and my heartstring was flicked. I started to look forward to seeing her.
After the phone call, she was already at the airport and was about to fly over.
At the airport, I recognized her at a glance.
She is a photographer. When she met me, she had been alone in the world for more than 3 months, taking a group of portraits. My town is the midpoint of her journey. Her huge travel plans are ambitious. She always tries to save money, sleeps on the floor of a friend's apartment, spends the night on a night train, and even sits in a cafe in a train station. Speaking of this, she smiled and danced like a child showing off a great adventure story to her friends. I told her that she came just by accident, and the weather forecast said that the hurricane was about to hit our town. She said, isn't it? I haven't experienced a hurricane personally, and then I began to happily imagine sitting on the open-air Simmons bed with the roof already lifted off, floating in the middle of the ocean. she says. She was sitting next to me, and I could feel her warm body temperature. Her body seemed to contain a wonderful universe. I really wanted to gather the courage to walk into her world. She picked up the phone and reported peace to her lover. She said that she has been working for seven or eight years, so I should call her the eldest sister.
I took her to the windy beach. She approached the seagull gently, she seemed to have no distance from nature, like a child, beside me, I was at a loss, but my heart was beating. Back to the place of residence, as a thank you, she said to cook me a meal of hometown food. Seeing her busy in the kitchen, like a little girl playing with her beloved doll, she suddenly felt that she wanted to have a home. It is a kind of comfort to homesickness to be able to eat hearty hometown cuisine at the dinner table after a long time away from home.
Her stay was short, and within a few days, she had to start again, and I felt increasingly reluctant. The night before we left, we were walking on the bustling street in the center of the small city. I mustered up the courage to ask her if I could hold her hand. She didn't speak, and lowered her head with a smile. I took her hand and felt an electric shock. In the evening, she stayed in the living room, sitting at the computer and sorting out the pictures for the whole night. I sat opposite and read the literature for a night, but did not read a word. There is a kind of power that makes us sit opposite, but we are pushed away by another kind of power, so we maintain the status quo. The next day, I sent her away, and both of them tried their best to keep laughing.
After she left, I felt like I was hollowed out. In the laboratory, the test tube exploded and scratched the face and hands. This was a low-level mistake that had never been made before; watering the flowers and wandering all over the computer, and the keyboard immediately became invalid. Once when I went to a local friend’s house, his father played and sang the guitar freely. The family chatted trivial matters, relatives and friends. It was very warm. I walked alone on the lawn outside the house with two recliners looking up at the stars. I began to imagine that she and I lie down alone, and it's comfortable to quarrel. Friends around me think I am strange, always absent-minded. I couldn't give myself a reason to look for her, and even thought that a phone call might be an offense. There is a wall of insurmountable morality. My love rages around outside the wall, but it always stops when I want to head on.
Half a month later, she is already in the UK, and the time to return to China is getting closer. Sometimes she would make a phone call after work in the middle of the night, drunk several times, chatted in chaos, and then cried on the other side of the phone. She always asks me to forget her, and contradictoryly asks when I can see me again. I know that when she goes back to China, it is a different time and space, and days return to the established track.
Until the last two days of her life in Europe, I had a car accident. The front of the pickup truck has sunk into the door of my cockpit, all twisted and deformed, and the solid iron skin actually blocked its powerful inertia, and the god of death stopped only a few centimeters from my body. At that moment, I was very calm, probably already out of fear. I even felt lucky that I was still alive; I was also very lucky that she was not in the passenger seat, which is good, otherwise she would be frightened.
My new car is completely scrapped. The trailer company advised me to sell them cheaply, and I waved and said, okay, take it. I survived a catastrophe, and I had nothing, and completed a baptism.
If it weren't for the sudden car accident, I still can't find a reason to convince myself to fly to see her. I kept telling myself that I went, but it was just another parting. I can't give her anything. And now, I suddenly had the courage to desperate: fate is full of chance, and there is no way to know for sure. Even if I can exist here intact, it is a probability event. So, is there still freedom in my life? No matter how restrained by ethics and reality, flying to her at this moment is the only limited freedom I can grasp.
After dinner, I rushed home and booked a ticket for the afternoon. When she called, I answered and said, I'm booking a plane ticket, see you tonight, not to mention it. She cried out in surprise, God, don't come! I said, leave it alone. Hanging up, my heart was overwhelmed by ecstasy. A local friend rushed me to the airport, got off the car, and rushed all the way to the boarding gate. The ticket inspector at the counter took my ticket order, looked up at me and said, are you crazy! Indeed, the ticket that crossed Europe and returned the next day was expensive enough for me to return home for one round trip. I told the ticket inspector, I'm going to find my girlfriend, she will return to China tomorrow, and I want to see her off. She was a little excited and said, you are telling fairy tales!
The long flight, when it arrived, was already late at night, and every step towards the exit couldn't wait. I recognized her in the crowd at a glance. She leaned against the wall and waited for a long time. She was a little haggard and her eyes were aimless. I greeted her and hugged her, feeling very secure.
We stayed in a room that night. We kept our distance carefully. Let's talk, I talk about car accidents, talk about experiments, talk about the future, she told me that when I was young, I would go to see the big world, and that I would have a young and beautiful girlfriend and love that matched me. She said that she was tired, and the sky was about to dawn, almost no eyes closed, it was time to take her to the airport. I hold her tightly one last time.
I watched her walk into the security check. She turned around and waved to me many times, telling me not to wait anymore and go. I wanted to tell her to stay by my side, but I still couldn't speak. Reality strangled my throat and I lost my voice.
She said, goodbye, cherish. I never knew how to say goodbye to her. I have been working hard, and I was thinking, maybe one day, I will still pluck up the courage to find her and ask her if she would accept me. She will definitely say, no, I am old, I will say, I don't care. She has completely disappeared from my life. Later, I had girlfriends and loved them, but somehow, when I was with them, I would always drift away unconsciously at a certain moment and suddenly saw her back. Then I saw myself, my face burned with sincerity, walking towards her in the light rain. She looked back, smiling, her smile was as warm as her childhood hometown, and the light of joy in her eyes lit up my memories for many years.
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