I'm not sure why I stopped writing. I have, in fact, been busy with the reno process, but not too busy to update my blog. As a good psychologist, I know I've likely been avoiding something. As I anticipated beginning this process- and this blog- I'm renovating more than just a house, and my own insides are indeed being rearranged. In any case, a lot has happened and I'm now back with the intention of trying to detail the process here.
This picture was taken the weekend after our closing on the house. I brought flowers for the empty and soon to be torn apart home, and I started to imagine.
In the picture above, my husband sits on the built-in bench admiring his new home. Sort of. The purchase was not at all what he would have chosen separate from me. I am the one who wanted a project. He strongly preferred a turn-key home. Buying this house, he was stretching himself for me. Interestingly enough, he was out of town for the purchase negotiations. This is usually his thing- he's a much better negotiator than I am. So when he was in California the week we decided to place an offer on this eastcoast home, the negotiations fell to me.
It was a Thursday afternoon. I spoke with the realtor; she called the owner; I went out with my sisters. We were at a silent auction. After a glass of wine or two, one of my sisters was throwing caution to the wind, writing down ever-increasing bids on what I'm remembering to be a sports-themed sweatshirt because she had to win at all costs! Not necesssarily a good omen or influence for my home purchase negotiations, I thought, and heard my phone ring. My realtor's number was visible. To make a long story short, with a glass of wine in my hand and a lack of the sort of anxiety or gravity that my husband would have brought to the situation, I sealed the deal two phone calls later. And my sis won her sweatshirt! We both probably paid a little too much.
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