Surreal.
That’s the best word to describe how the last month has felt.
Every time I pull up to this home, this once-abandoned structure that captured our hearts the moment we laid eyes on it on zillow.com, I pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming.
Chris and I poured our hearts, our souls and our wallets into transforming our personal castle–and like any major renovation, it consumed every waking minute of our lives. After the dust settled and the bustle of contractors subsided, we were left with a beautiful, quiet, piece of art to call home.
For those who follow my blog, you know my husband and I moved from a 700 SF, one-bedroom condo, which was absolutely adorable, into this 2,500 SF, 3-bedroom home. And although our home isn’t a mansion by any means, it is much larger than our previous living space. That being said, we have an entire house to furnish! EEK!
In fact, everything that we owned–EVERYTHING, fit into 1/4 of our 2-car garage. Clean. Slate. We preach minimalism, and intend to continue that trend in this house as well.
We unpacked our entire kitchen and haven’t even begun to use up all the cabinet space. The master closet accommodates ALL our clothes, shoes, accessories, and even has a little room to spare. Which means, obviously, I need to buy more shoes. 🙂
During our first month in the house, we’ve been getting to know her; her sounds, her myriad of light switches, all her curves and all her edges. We’ve designated the guest bedroom, the man cave and my Zen nook. And almost every evening, we’ve had dinner in the kitchen of our dreams, a kitchen we designed together.
And perhaps that’s the most satisfying part of all–living in a space that was birthed as a creative collaboration. Our visions, our ideas, our personal style literally built before our eyes. Yes there were headaches and heart aches and money aches, and moments we wanted to scream and give up, and moments we doubted our decision to renovate a foreclosure instead of buying a cookie-cutter abode, and moments we were frustrated with contractors and disappointed by vendors, and plenty of moments we questioned our sanity.
However, gratitude continues to well up. We feel privileged to call this space our own, when we stand on our deck and gaze at a smooth black sky dotted with stars, when we dine on grits and eggs on a Saturday morning, when we plop down on our loveseat to watch a Netflix marathon, when we run our hands across the piece of tamarind wood that transformed into a stunning bathroom countertop, when we wake up and realize we’re not dreaming. We’re home.
RANDALL HOME DESIGNS 