|LOOK so much less wall paper, I'm immediately comforted when looking at this picture.|
|We wanted that to happen, but it's still pretty traumatic to walk into your house and see it happening.|
Actually, to clarify, we PAID more money to have other people do that to our largest purchase of our 7 months long marriage. And WHILE we were paying people to demolish our home, we moved in with my parents. Oh, and my dad is managing the remodel project at our house.
You guys, just take a second and let that sink in because as prepared as I thought I was for this, that is A LOT OF STUFF happening. (Also, to refresh your memory, about a month before we bought said home, we both changed jobs to roles totally different for both of us. Because you know, we love change. Oh wait, no that's not us. Either of us. We actually both abhor change and avoid it like the plague!)
So now, a little over a month later, I am in a (slightly) more stable place to talk to you about what this last month has entailed, where our project currently stands, and hopefully post more often about the project itself. Also, there's less wallpaper, so that's like a HUGE milestone in getting me to a more sane and rational place. Note: still a lot of holes in walls, but less wallpaper on them. Also this hole in our kitchen floor no longer exists and I'm now less concerned about falling from the kitchen to the basement!
But, before I do. I would be completely remiss (and a giant asshole) if I didn't make the following demonstration of gratitude for those people previously mentioned who have tolerated me and all of my personalities in the last month (last month..ish...I mean, selling the condo, packing and moving didn't bring out my best self either).
Quick shout to my friends who have patiently tolerated last minute canceling of plans, disappearing for weeks on end, demands of drinking, far too long rants about the process and talked me off the ledge when I was certain I'd end up a divorced woman with no family to love. Y'all are wonderful and I promise to have you over lots to the beautiful new house when it's all done and we have furniture...and maybe a kitchen.
My parents are angels. Also, how do you pay someone back for their dog losing an eye? (I joke, but I assure you, at first it was not a joking matter.) My parents are two of my best friends. My husband and dad can hang out like besties at a Brewer game without me and then spend hours out post-game, recapping the game. I'm pretty sure my husband hopes I turn out just like my mom some day (I'm TRYING ok, those are very big shoes to fill!). We get along so well. However, I knew four grown adults, 2 dogs and one cat living together was going to be a...challenge. I never could have prepared myself for being a newlywed living with my parents no matter how much I like and love them. After a few weeks, I'm proud to say we've all adjusted quite well. We have dinner together sometimes, and sometimes we don't (a good balance that took a little time to figure out). We hang out and then don't (again, balance). My mom and I have gone on walks, cooked together and spent some quality time with the Gilmore Girls. My dad and husband have drank Old Fashioneds by the pool talking about baseball and football and God only knows what else. There have been less than perfect times. My dog and their dog got in a scuffle which ended in Lucy losing an eye. (Note: it was due to the stress of the fight, Bella is incapable of taking someone's eye out through physical matters.) Us humans have scuffled as well. When this is all said and done and we live under a different roof again, I believe our bond will be even stronger (how is that even possible??) and I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay them for opening their doors, taking us in and most of all, not kicking us out.
My dad has meticulously maintained every detail of this remodel. He has corralled contractors, tracked down tubs and answered every question I can possibly think of as I bombard him in the morning, throughout the day and over dinner. He has truly taken a wallpapered beast of an old, uninhabited home and day by day has helped make our dream home a reality. Honestly, without him we'd be living in that old ass house rocking in the corner of every wall-papered room wondering how the hell we were going to get things done. We have not always been perfect in handling the remodel with each other, but dammit it is the most amazing gift he could have given us in taking this all on. And you're welcome dad, as I know we've helped confirm your career choice of commercial over residential projects. It's important to know those things.
|This would have probably been my crazy corner where I rocked myself to sleep to the soothing patterns of this atrocity of wall covering.|
So, that's the cheesy part that had to be addressed before we can start actually talking about the house. More to come on that. Until then look at this - walls framed! Plumbing! Electrical! 3 less layers of wallpaper!