Getting our house ready for sale has been a daily DIY project. Doug is busy painting, installing trim, and doing all those little jobs that just seem to add up. I have been painting, filling nail holes, packing & sorting and generally trying to be useful. Grandpa is here helping us too – he has been busy with more painting, gluing the finishing trim pieces into place, and packing the trailer with boxes I bring. We’re a crack team.
We’re feeling our respective ages though. Almost 2 weeks straight without breaks (other than a marshmallow roasting campfire) takes a toll physically and mentally. Moving in general does – until house 1 is sold, you’re living in in between land.
In between, jobs.
In between, lifestyles.
In between, finishing here and moving there.
In between, finding a new house.
In between, everything.
For people who like to be organized this feels HARD.
When I’m overwhelmed with the “in between”, I take to my garden. There are always weeds to pull, or dirt to spread, maybe a plant or two to move. It struck me yesterday as I tugged out a particularly long dandelion root.
I want to be more like a weed right now.
Weeds are persistent (they just keep coming up).
Weeds grow & flourish wherever they are (check your sidewalk, there’s some in the cracks).
Weeds have long, thick roots (they know where they are from).
Weeds don’t need much (a tiny speck of dirt and a little rain now and then is fine).
We can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s coming up fast. We can’t wait to show you the before/after shots on our house – it’s been a 5 year labour of love, and the results are 1956 mill home modernized.