Just when I think I'm losing enthusiasm and energy to do one more thing at the new house, I let a day or two go by before going back. I feed the birds at the cabin (who love dry cat food), eat lunch in the small town cafes and browse their antique stores, or dream the afternoons away at the nursery, pretending I have all the money in the world to spend on arbors and stone pathways. I completely block out the house and it's smelly dark hallways and pink woodwork.
It seems to work best that way. I would hate for my relationship with it to sour. Because, for better or worse, once I get indifferent with something, it's hard for me to fully embrace it again. I've struggled with that for a long time and I wouldn't say it's a good quality to possess. I've lost some people in my life who I wish now I could have back, but I've also kicked a lot of nonsense and stress to the curb ..... give and take I guess.
Thankfully, the house has come a long way from the day we got the keys. We, Chad and I, have always been a good team, but for some reason, one that I can't exactly put my finger on, this project seems extraordinarily special. My best guess is that it's a finality to a hard year, a year of separation, change, illness, death, growth, moving on and some unexpected challenges. A year we got through, together.
So, cheers to that and to two rooms completed!