My Adult Life in 297 Words

For a short time, many years ago, I had a real job.  I don’t recommend it – the regular hours, steady paycheck, weekends at home…

My last real job ended when I had enough moonlighting work to open my own small office in the attic of our early 1900’s brick Queen Anne home in German Village.  Twenty-six steep steps from the street to my office was a daily workout, but it was the change from corporate clients to working with homeowners at the kitchen table that really got my heart racing.

And that’s still my passion today.

After the German Village home, Karen and I moved to a 1971 bi-level home in Dublin, Ohio, on a nice bit of land near an empty parcel that eventually became home to an excellent elementary school.

Which was cool, because about that time Max came along, followed 2 ½ years later by Cam.  And a cat.  And a frog, a hermit crab, and a dog.  The kids are teens now and we still have the cat, dog, and frog, but the hermit crab went to - well, wherever it is that hermit crabs go.

For a while, I worked out of a room in our Dublin home, and then moved into a larger space when we put up a small addition.  And in 2000 I moved the office out of the house to the historic 1844 stone building – originally a church – that we’re in today.

With my associate Jamee Parish, I’m privileged to have worked on projects all over Ohio and as far away as Arizona.  I’m excited that people seem to be developing a deeper understanding of the joys of good home design, and honored that so many of them find their way to our little corner of the world.

Rich Taylor
April 2011