I have no home theater.
I lived in Baltimore, in a small cozy rowhouse with a small basement room that made the perfect home theater. I soundproofed it with eggshell mattress foam and blacked it out with pleated cotton batting. My 40" Toshiba widescreen RPTV (circa 1998) and small Polk speakers (I worked at Polk at the time) were just perfect.
Then I got married. Moved. To Charlotte, NC, where the economy is better and the housing values higher; I got a lot of house for my money, thank you very much, and my wife... well, this was a move that made her very happy. But one thing my new house does not have is a basement. (No basements in Charlotte; hard red clay makes it too expensive to dig basements. Houses sit on slabs and blocks, with "crawlspaces" beneath.) And another thing my new house does not have is... a room I can dedicate to a Theater.
S'got a big attic, tho. A huge cathedral of an attic, almost a third floor! Why didn't they use this space better when they built this house back in the 90s? So I stood up there, at the top of the hallway pull-down stairs, next to the Volkswagen-Beetle-sized second-zone HVAC unit, and thought: let's build a room up here!
Now here I sit, almost four months later. I am no closer, really, to having a theater. DVDs are packed for our months-ago move. Film posters, ditto. The TV I decided on buying has been discontinued (thanks, Sony!) meaning that I have pay to have the store hold one for me. An architect (worse, a friend of my wife's family) has taken three-plus months to "design" the attic room, and his designs are such that one contractor looked at the plans and asked: "Did anyone see this space before they made these plans?"
And I am coming to the realization that (a) the attic is just not gonna fly (too invasive, too many design questions, too much money), (b) I have wasted time and a lot of money with these architects (and I can't call them on it without disrupting family friendships and stuff) and (c) I have been burning thru my allotted theater-building budget like mad just living life.
I am despondent. I feel like chunking my movie-watching habit. Selling my DVD collection. Talk of "the Oscars" or even casual conversation about "did you see this or that movie" makes me physically sick to my stomach. My Netflix account has been "on hold" for months. I'm going to have to start over, figure out how to maybe make an addition to my house maybe off the garage. I am angry that we bought we this great house now, because while it made my wife happy (very important), and is a fine house truly, it has made me utterly miserable with what it's lacking. My books, movies and LIFE ENJOYMENTS all have no place here. I want to burn this house down.
My misery posts this story here because it loves company. Anyone else frustrated by their house's lack of accomodation, or have a story about how they forced their unaccomodating house to make room for their film habit? Anybody have some encouraging words for someone about to embark on building an addition? Advise? Anger? Misery?
MC







