The last couple weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind in my corner of the world. My husband and I undertook one of those projects that, on paper, seemed like it would take a single weekend and turned out to be a large-scale, multi-weekend project that required much more time and labor than anyone was anticipating. At our old house, we spent a good portion of our free time doing projects like this, trying to bring the house up to date and make it as functional as we could for our family. Home renovation started out being fun and exciting; after eight years, it had grown burdensome and exhausting. One of our main aims in moving into a brand new house was to eliminate the constant need for these sorts of projects and all the effort, money, and time that come along with them.
We haven’t tackled a project on this scale in the ten months since we moved. In some ways, it felt good to get back to something my husband and I have always enjoyed: working together to achieve a common goal, usually one that enhances our lives. And in other ways, it really freaking sucked. By the end, we were blistered, sore, exhausted, mosquito-bitten, and, in my case, mildly homicidal. But we were also the proud owners of a brand new fire-pit area around which we can gather with our family and friends for many years to come. Ta-da…
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