More and more I learn to be open and available to change, to say "YES" when opportunities present themselves and that God is in charge.
In an attempt to wish away my sadness at the realization that I would in fact be spending another fall and winter in Washington where it rains and rains and gray and gray and dark at 4pm and I convince myself that its a great idea to just sit on the couch and stare out the window with a frowny face rather than do any type of activity that betters myself.
No, its not that bad, Washington is beautiful and green and my family consists of a bunch of ridiculously cool individuals, and its not time to move away from them just yet. Anyways back to the part about wishing away my sadness; usually a quick scan through Zillow really boosts my spirits as I dream up all the cool things I can do to dumpy old houses. Not 5 minutes into one of these therapeutic sessions I found IT. It took my breath away and I almost didn't want to click on it in fear that this moment of perfect clarity and pure joy would be stolen from me with the words, "SALE PENDING" or some other variation. Lets be honest, it was a dump but it was such a perfect dump, filled with promise and potential. Most of all, it was a steal of a deal, boasting 3,000 sqft, with a 1,000 sqft detached workshop (believed to be the original house on the property), a garage, and a courtyard on a double lot. When I clicked through the photos I didn't see the years of animal pee stained on the carpets, the duck tape on the plaster, patching holes, the faux ceilings they put in to reduce heating costs or the handicap closet bathroom with the subfloor exposed, (though I did see the kitchen for what it was, because WHOA, you couldn't look past that!) But instead I started rejoicing under my breath, "those beams!, those coffered ceilings!" and then my voice became louder and louder "THAT STAIRCASE, THOSE BUILTINS!!!" and I yelled, and danced, and sang down the hallway to my husband, "I FOUND IT!!". Both of us not really aware we were in the market to buy, I don't know what I expected him to say, but he took one look at my computer screen and than at me with a twinkle in my eye and sweat dripping down my forehead at the irrational thought that "If we don't call this real estate agent RIGHT THIS MINUTE, it will be stolen from me!". He said "ya, I think you did find it". And the next day we were walking through it, and the next day we were putting on offer on it, and then a month later we were ripping out carpet and rummaging through years of garbage, covered in pigeon poop (seriously), and with dust in our noses and coating our hair, we would catch each others eye, and smile and know that THIS was the "plan" all along. And the dreams of the California sun subsided as white walls, and hardwood floors, and mahogany stained stair treads filled my head and my soul, and I was happy.
Trav and I make a great team; his family owned construction businesses, his childhood was spent with his Pops learning new skills everyday. One day he'd learn plumbing, than electrical, than siding, than framing than etc, etc until he woke up one day and found himself to be a genius and a man with great knowledge on a lot of different subjects :). He went on to study Engineering and then went on to study math, and then on to study every subject known to man. I like him a lot, lets keep talking about him. Nah, enough about him. I grew up watching my mom, (do you even know my mom? she's unbelievable! A renaissance woman, who follows every passion and dream her little heart desires) she would bring home ugly furniture, (namely, chairs. I get my love affair for chairs from her) and she would rip it all apart and put it back together, but in a beautiful and restorative way. And she would thoughtfully put together our home so that it had this glowing aura about it. It was an innate gift which she graciously passed on to me.
So I know how to make things pretty and good ol' Travie knows how to knock down walls and build them back up again.
And so our adventures in renovating a 1912 Craftsman, all by ourselves began. just a couple of kids making it up as we go along.