How, for whom am I doing all this??? For me or rather my family, of course.
Well, "of course" isn’t really how it is these days, as you suppose!
I conduct countless phone calls/conversations about house building. The initial dream idea is always planned beyond the actual needs; that is as certain as amen in a church. When I ask "why," the answer is almost always the same: "
I saw that here and there/friends/acquaintances of ours have that too/I have to according to the Energy Saving Ordinance." Only when the person opposite me is ready to engage factually in the consultation talks is a economically sensible approach possible. And the result doesn’t have to hide.
And what does luxury even mean? Once a bathtub is installed, nobody cares anymore whether it’s Kaldewei or Villeroy & Boch, whether the staircase is made of beech wood or covered with tiles; whether your tiles cost €10.00/sqm or €100.00 etc. What your visitor recognizes and at best enjoys is the atmosphere that you and your wife create in your home. Atmosphere, however, can be created with quite different means and little effort.
Luxury for me, for example, is having time, being able to spend time with my loved ones or friends. In the future, to be able to go outside and sit in the garden—which my son-in-law has the task of maintaining; I have to be satisfied with my herb corner. Also, no one will later stand in my bathroom marveling at the fact that I installed Steinberg fittings; instead, they will surely notice the wooden bowl carved from a tree stump.
Luxury is certainly many things, but definitely not building a house.
Rhenish greetings