It’s universal. Everyone has bad weeks. We all know that deflated feeling of one step forward, two steps back. And the frustration of working hard to get absolutely nowhere. That, friends, was my week.
Fresh off the heels of a quick getaway to Key West I was greeted with one complication after another. And unlike most people who have bad weeks – I couldn’t just go home, open a bottle of wine, put my feet up, and regroup. My home IS my stress.
I’ve written about this before (but alas I cannot find the post to link to because…that’s how my week is going). But the hardest part of renovating a house isn’t the mess (although that is awful), or the expense (also overwhelming), or the endless stream of decisions and bad news (ugh), it’s not even finding a vanity for your bathroom…nope. It’s the fact that you can’t find solace from it all since you live in it. That, I promise, is the hardest part.
On Wednesday morning I came downstairs to pour myself a cup of coffee. I was greeted by three men who instead of, “good morning,” said, “we’re ripping your kitchen out today.”
Really? Before I even have coffee?!
The kitchen was supposed to come out on Friday or even Monday, giving me a few days to dismantle my kitchen in an organized fashion. That’s not the way it went down. Literally every single item not bolted to the floor, and even some that were, had to be removed right then. I didn’t even take the poor dog out for his morning walk.
So pajama-clad and drowsy, I started placing glasses, bowls, and random things I found on the counter in boxes. Which boxes I’m not sure, as there was no time for reflection. Pick up something, anything – put it in a box, any box. I hope I don’t need to find any of this stuff ever again for the rest of my life…
And just like that – my kitchen was in my dining room. Our entire first floor had been shoved in a single room. This seemed familiar. Before I knew it black plastic sheeting was up and plaster and lath were coming down.
The beautiful pictures (sarcasm) that you seen included in this post are what my kitchen looked like at the end of the day on Wednesday. I’ve since packed up the tiny human (my husband is, of course, traveling) and moved in with my parents until further notice. [Hi mom and dad!] Thank god for family being close by.
And for a contractor who, awesomely, sends me status pictures at the end of each day. Yesterday my phone lit up with this gem:
The wall between our kitchen and dining room was gone! Ahh yay! Excitement – cheering – giddy feelings abound! This is why we renovate. This is why we put up with the frustration. This is what it’s all about. A wall coming down is a permanent change. It opens up a space making light (and people!) free to travel throughout. Walls are exclusive, open spaces are welcoming. And we happily welcome this open space!
From the first time we walked through the Orchard House we knew that we were going to take out this wall. It was pivotal to our renovation. So seven months and one day later, it finally happened.
And it was just the good news I needed to end an otherwise difficult week. 🙂