Pleasantly Going Backwards In A Forward Society: CHAPTER 5: ARE WE THERE YET?
Chapter 5: ARE WE THERE YET?
Pleasantly Going Backwards In A Forward Society
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An ongoing essay of truths, mishaps and growing experiences by Sarah Jackson
CHAPTER 5: ARE WE THERE YET?
It’s not the kids asking this time. It’s us! I was so pumped about us buying this home and fixing it up and moving into it….by Christmas??! What was I thinking? Well, what did I think? I daydream about my house – we’re always living in it in the daydream – and then I wonder how we’re ever going to do it. I’ll tell you how: one tiny baby step at a time. One nail at a time. One piece of plywood at a time. One screw at a time…you get the idea.
Since when are off days so hard to come by? The weather is cooler now, and thus my husband and I have spent many days building walls and gluing and screwing floors. He has diligently replaced a rotten bathroom floor. He has completed the truss between the living room and kitchen. We have reconstructed the space where the hall bathroom will thrive once more. Some days I walk into the house and I am so excited about our hard work that I could perform a whirling dervish! Some days I walk into the house and say, “Oh no…what the heck have we gotten ourselves into?”
The other day was one of those days. It ended shortly after an old sewage line was cut in two with a saws-all and a piece of sub-flooring became less cooperative than a tired toddler sitting through an overlong sermon. I looked at my husband with love in my eyes and I said, gently, “We’ve done enough today. Let’s go home.” Then I realized that in my heart, we were home. It just wasn’t livable yet. My husband nodded and said, “You go on; I’ll lock up.” I left, and that’s when he and the sledge hammer gave the sub-flooring a piece of their collective minds.
I would be lying if I told you that every day at our new home is an experience of bliss. I would be lying if I told you we never get frustrated or overwhelmed. I would be lying if I said I did not have dreams where Ty Pennington and the Makeover gang show up at our trailer and magically morph it into an exact replica of what I envision our future home to be. (Hey, I said it was a dream!) My husband and I, tears of gratitude and disbelief in our eyes, hold one another as we chant “Move that ….Tractor” (well, a bus would be a tight squeeze). Where is that darn Renovation Fairy when you need him? Off playing Poker with the Lawn Gnomes.
But the truth is this: I feel pride and productivity flowing through my veins whenever I work on this home. I have discovered what I suspected all along, that my husband and I respect one another and work well together. I know it feels good to work hard and make something yours. I know that when we get to a point where we feel like throwing our hands in the air (or a hammer through a window) we take a short break instead and eat lunch, take in the view or talk about the good stuff in life. Perhaps it’s a good thing we’re not here eight hours a day every day. This is way more than a hobby. It is our new lifestyle.
I had hoped, at one time, that we would be in our new home by Christmas of this year. However, that is not going to happen. What is going to happen is the process of taking baby steps towards that goal. And when we do get to spend our first Christmas in our new home, it will be the best Christmas of all. Why? Because that’s the year we’ll just tell the kids they’re getting new rooms for Christmas! We won’t even have to wrap them!