When we moved into my great grandparents’ house five years ago, I thought it would take us about two years to finish everything, and that we would leave the day it was complete. Again, it’s now been five years. It’s still not finished…and I can’t imagine ever leaving. These things might be related.
But I do feel incredible guilt and failure that it has taken me this long to get this house in order.
I see so many people re-doing homes in a single episode. Or in a single Pinterest post. Or a month, or a season, or even a year. They gut out everything and start over and make major changes in a sweep. That is not me. I make changes one small chipped tile at a time. Hell, I could have raised a kindergartener in the time that it has taken me to almost get this house ready for guests. Almost.
And yet, it is getting there. Progress is happening.
I wish I could invite all of you over for a giant dinner party in the back side yard…and there is space. But you’d all have to share one bathroom. Because that is all there is. And it has taken me five years to re-do it.
I do have a lot to share though…about the process of completely redoing an old home in a small town. A home (and town) I never ever thought I would want to live in. A place that has become my favorite place. It’s finally almost sort of ready…and so am I…to invite y’all over to see it all.
Welcome. I’m really so glad you are here.