It’s April 15, 2019, and the new builder and his team are starting work today. I am relieved but mostly worried. Worried about:
- the financing. My contract with this builder is for an hourly charge for his workers, and whatever the trades charge for their work plus 15%. I think it’s reasonable, but I have no way of knowing the anticipated final cost.
- I think I’ll get what I want, but I’m not exactly clear on what I want.
- there are so many daily decisions to be made. Will I have enough energy to make through the next two months?
- having strangers in the house for two months.
- Living in a state of extreme disarray, including not knowing where anything is anymore.
Anyway, I’ve jumped off that ledge and they’re starting today. I’ll work through my anxiety and I’ll find the energy.
In anticipation of their starting work I had to clear out the spaces in the addition. It was a lot of work and my knees and back are done and need some time to recover. I spent three full days on it and had to scrounge for places to put stuff. Which raises a new question: Why do I have this stuff? I can see that my next task is getting rid of some of it before I have to put it away again. I’ll be considering everything before I find it a new home, and give away, recycle, or garbage whatever is ridiculous to keep storing.
Here’s a look at the basements, which is where most of everything was stored. Both basements are now pristine.
In the meantime, my dining room looks like a scene from “Hoarders: Buried Alive”. Really. It creeps me out and I’ve jumped a few times when I catch a glance of it from the corner of my eye. And my living room reminds me awfully of a little old lady’s house, crammed full of useless things. I had to roll out an old carpet as well, to protect the floor, and it brings with it an awful musty smell. This is odd, I’m sure, but I sensed the house is not happy being junked up like this.
