Living Room: Pretty much done except for sanding/painting floors.
Formerly stinky blue carpeting, peeling, dirty walls that wouldn’t take paint.
I sat down at the computer about an hour ago and started writing what I intended to be a quick catch up post, filling you all in on “the new house” that we’ll be moving in to shortly. I wanted it to be nuts and bolts with a bunch of pictures. But as writing late at night will do to a person, it turned into a very long version. An unloading session of sorts. An “I should have been telling you guys about this all along and now there’s way too much to say” kind of post. So instead of deleting it and losing all those thoughts and feelings and impressions, I gave it its own page and gave you a choice. Want the nuts and bolts? This post is all you need. Want the long, sitting in my living room catching up with a good friend version, it’s on its own page found here. Or listed on my right-hand sidebar.
The first thing Dan did? Rip up pink carpeting from the stairs.
In the meantime, for you nuts and bolts readers:
We’ve been living in a two bedroom apartment on my grandparents’ farm for the last two years. It’s been a wonderful blessing to be here, be close to my grandmother, my father, my family and live in such a beautiful place. But at the same time there have been hard things, like the fact that my bedroom is technically in the living room, the living room is technically in the kitchen and my desk is technically at the front door. Oh, and I have three small children, and my wonderful husband up here in the garage apartment, too.
The kitchen–will have to wait. Can’t afford to do everything. I’m cursed with another white floor.
So we’re moving just around the corner, almost within sight distance, to a small farmhouse on a few acres. A generous opportunity given to us by family. A fixer-upper on the inside, and a lot of mowing and gardening on the outside.
The dining room: Rotten floor, as in fall through to the basement. Still very much in progress. The new floor is shown in the living room shot. It’s acclimating and waiting for “work week”.
The “six and under suite”. Pegs were a little surprise to me, from Dan. I want them everywhere. Really.
This weekend he’s going to Wisconsin, getting a big old moving truck and bringing all our stuff out here. We’ll move in shortly after. His brother, also a carpenter, is coming with him and staying for a week to work on the place, too.
The upstairs bathroom. Scares me.
I can’t wait to be reunited with all my things that have been in Wisconsin storage. I might shed tears.
I’m excited. I’m anxious. I’m ready. Though it’s all a little bittersweet, closing this season of living on the farm. But a new season is just around the corner.