Just another day
The drywall dust is gone and the paint is dry. The lights are on and the plumbing works. The moving company brought our stuff two days ago. Once the bed is set up and we find the sheets, I guess we’ll move in.
It’s been 16 months since we started this adventure of relocating to the woods. Selling our old house, purchasing this new one and spending a year renovating it. So much dreaming, drawing, planning, and building. So many decisions along the way, both big (overall architectural layout?) and small (style of doorknobs?). Everything was a decision, every single step. Most decisions were more or less “correct”, some not so much.
There’s a catch to this whole process, a hidden tripwire that can bring me to my knees. It’s the same catch I find myself faced with daily. Every project starts with the dream––whether it’s building a house, hosting a dinner, or just waking up. Then reality occurs––the wall can’t be moved because it’s load-bearing, the soufflé doesn’t rise as hoped, or the day just doesn’t work out as planned. The fact is that the dream often doesn’t equal the reality; life happens. And that’s the lesson: accept what is presented, respond appropriately, don’t try to alter the reality.
Finishing this house is neither an end nor a beginning. Like every other day, it’s just another day. We’re looking forward to being there, discovering the new rhythm, welcoming the sun, welcoming guests, living each day.
Longbeard Lane, Capon Bridge, WV 12:04pm November 22, 2017