
Chris and I have officially spent six nights in our renovated foreclosure-turned-dream casa. For the last four months we watched this abandoned, cedar structure transform into our very own modern, zen retreat.
Contractors swarmed the house, buzzing saws and demolishing old cabinets, rolling paint and laying tile, hanging lights and staining floors, and on and on. The house was a live construction zone, loud and dusty.
Since purchasing the home on that cold February 6th morning, it became habit to leave work each evening, zip by the renovation to check on progress, and revise the ever-changing to-do-list. Then it was off to the condo we were renting for another exhausting night. Rinse and repeat.
When you are involved in a major renovation, you will get to a point where you wonder if it will ever stop. You start to believe that your house will be under renovation FOREVER….and you want to just give up and die.
And then one glorious day…one flippity-fantastic day…the renovation is complete, the inspection is scheduled, and the house is deemed habitable. You drive to your house after work and no one is there. Not one skill saw, not one paint roller. It’s quiet, and clean, and hauntingly empty.
The first thing I did was purchase a cheerful bouquet of flowers–yellow hydrangea, and placed them in the pristine, newly cleaned kitchen.
Home.
It hadn’t felt like our home up until now. It was just a place we visited. A place we resented at times. A place we fell in love with, over and over again.
Presently the house is full of white space. Our ten months living in 700 square feet taught us to live minimally, and we intend to carry that principle in this home as well. There are some clothes in the closet, a few toiletries, some food in the fridge, a bed. With time we will select the right pieces of furniture for our home…(currently obsessing over interior design blogs…but what else is new?).
As one designer wrote, sometimes you need to cleanse the palette in your home. A fresh, open space of possibilities.
I can’t wait to bake cookies in my new oven…and find the perfect reading (napping) chaise…and pick out stylish waste baskets. But until then, I will perch on a kitchen stool and stare into the wooded yard, drop my shoulders and exhale…because I’m home.