We're spent the weekend tearing down walls, figuring out how we want to reconfigure rooms, style the kitchen and laundry room, possibly build in bookcases or shelving, update wiring. Boyfriend also got some mowing done until the mower broke again and he found a caterpillar that looks like it's straight out of Alice and Wonderland and I got some writing finished.
Sometimes I look around the house and am completely overwhelmed by the work we have ahead of us. Mostly, I think I get overwhelmed by the possibilities and then it become hard to make a decision. Sometimes, I'm completely terrified of what will happen if we tear down a wall. There's no going back from that. But as I sat in the living room this weekend looking through the bare bones of walls, it's really not that scary.
We sort of had a plan going in, boyfriend knows what he's doing with the details of it, I had fun kicking down drywall and now we get to rebuild anything we can imagine, as long as the roof doesn't cave in. Minor detail.
It's pretty fun really. And, turns out, I get to put a copper farm sink