Over dinner on Saturday night, our friend Jess told us that she imagined our weekends played to the soundtrack of Flight of the Bumblebee. I almost choked on my wine, and we were still laughing at that thought on Sunday night, because you guys, the last couple of days really felt that way.
We spent the first real money towards the new home (you know, not counting the actual mortgage!), picking up tools and supplies at the hardware store: dust masks, new safety goggles, fancy pantsy bright yellow workers gloves, and a sledgehammer! We continued the packing of our still-current home, chiseling away at the studio (sniff, sniff) and filling our donation box to the brim. By Sunday, our home felt unraveled; boxes are piled high in the kitchen, and we’re doing our best to pack every single thing that we don’t use on a daily basis. It’s so tempting to keep going while the momentum is high, but we still have to eat here. And wear clothes. And watch House Hunters marathons – even as those couples infuriate us with every episode.
But Sunday. Sunday! Scott did the a final walk through with each of the (now former) tenants, and we spent the afternoon at the new house, dreaming up ideas and making decisions with our friend, Nancy, architect/therapist/motivator extraordinaire. Our heads are spinning in every direction, and this week, we’ll start tearing into drywall, leveling floors and repairing windows – gah! With so much on our list of to-dos, please bear with us as we begin to fully document each room and take care of all those things that start piling up (utility swapping, room scrubbing and running our 10th trip to the Depot in a single day).
It’s happening! It’s hard to believe that Scott and I have been discussing our “someday” home for years (since the beginning of our time together!), and it’s here. The time is now. We promise more photos and a tour as soon as possible; it seems as though every day is moving faster than the one before. But, soon.