There is a phenomenon in the rescue world called, "post rescue collapse". One minute a survivor plucked from the ocean is awake, counting how many fingers you hold up, naming Paris Hilton's latest boyfriend...and the next minute they're dead. In the fatalistic section of my brain (largely activated when I vote), I have feared that I would survive this remodel only to drop dead of something once we finally moved in. Since my new motto these days is, "if it's scary, run towards it", we are moving into the house this weekend. Sorta.
Yes, we still need to install all the interior trim and bathroom sinks and vanities, but we have the kitchen sink, a toilet, and electricity...we're not too picky. We will still have to shower in the RV until the shower enclosures are install (in one week). We figure it will take us the entire summer to get everything installed and our junk unpacked. For now though, we just want in the house~we're tired of the RV and I want to sleep in a place that doesn't feel like sleeping in a coffin with the lid slightly ajar.
The exterior painters started last week. All the caulking is complete and they pressure washed the house and studio two days ago.
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