I've been checking this thread with great interest ever since I first spotted it just before Thanksgiving.
I can somewhat identify with Obed, since I lived in a 26' trailer with my wife and three kids while we built the house we live in now.
Our first house was one where I had to finance most of the cost. It was built in 1986, when, in southern New England, everyone was building something.
The bank forced us to hire a GC, and because of the boom then ongoing, the only ones available were the hackers.
The guy I had to settle with deviated from the drawings without consulting me first, he employed shoddy workmanship and building practices, and he never missed a chance to personally insult me or remind me of the screwing he could put on me.
His subs were no better.
Needless to say, the entire process was stressful for me, and I vowed never to endure such insult from a lowlife like him again.
It served as a challenge to me- that one day, I'd build a house by myself that was better in every regard than the one that arrogant hacker built.
When the mid 90's rolled around, and I had a substantial gain in equity in that house, we decided to sell and build a new house with cash.
I had befriended an architect who
insisted that he would draw up a set of prints for me for cost-all in trade for a pan of home made lasagna (he was divorced and ate TV dinners all of the time).
Now, one big advantage that I had, and it seems that perhaps Obed does not, was that I built our house in our hometown, so I knew who the good subs were.
My excavator is a cousin to my wife, and he was a great help to us. The guy that handled the concrete work was one who has a nice reputation with the decent builders in the area, and he provided prompt, competent service.
I layed the sills the weekend before Christmas, 1995. The winter of 1995-96 was the snowiest I can remember. I must have shoveled out my living room ten times before getting a roof on the place.
Working nights(by halogen worklight) and weekends, I managed to complete the shell in about six weeks.
From laying the sill to moving in took me about a year and a half-and even then, there was much work left to be done; sleeping in that trailer was getting old and cold, so we didn't care.
The only things I didn't tackle myself were the chimney, basement floor, insulation and drywall. That was a big mistake-the guy I hired was a moron, we ended up re-taping/mudding most of the house ourselves, at a time when nerves were seriously frayed.
If I had had the money, I probably would have hired out more of the work, but hey, no guts no glory.
Alot of blood, sweat and tears-no doubt about it, but I can tell you this much: it was worth doing. The only GC I had to contend with was the guy I saw in the mirror.
We learned as we went and we got it done, for a price about a third what most people pay.
As a result, we were able to burn our (small to begin with) mortgage a few months ago, while many of our neighbors have endured foreclosure.
One thing I wish I had then:
Candid advice from builders, like some of the guys who have been posting in this thread.
What a help that would have been; it was just a few years before AlGore's invention really took off, so I was sort of on my own.
I'll keep watching this thread with interest. Cheering for the couple in the trailer.
