My intention when I walked into Pier 1 that day was to pick
up the chairs I’d ordered. It was the picture of the bird with a beak full of
miscellany that stopped me. I turned to my ever-agreeable Bob. “Building a
nest. That sums up my life this past
year. I’ve got to have it.”
This was before I remembered birds build nests mainly to raise their babies. They live (roost) elsewhere. Clearly not my situation. My nest is
post–birdlings. It’s an empty-nester’s nest, one that this time around I expect
to live in until I die.
Nevertheless, I
bought the picture and hung it on the naked wall of my newly erected house.
That was in August—six months after my post about buying land with a vacant mobile home overflowing with someone else’s boxed-up,cast-off life. Six months of learning how to dismantle a trailer, sell a house, live out of a suitcase, design a new house and build it. Six months of feathering the last nest I ever intend to live in.
Being true blue DIYers, Bob and I don’t get scared about fixer-uppers, although I should have
been more concerned about what we were getting into with the last house we
bought when the owner sobbed at the closing. “Thank you for buying it,” she
said. We discovered she had every reason to cry. In fact, even after about
$70,000 in renovations and several years of our hard labor, when we sold it, I
wanted to thank the buyers and cry too.
Actually, it was the fear of having to live out the rest of
my life in that big old rambling southern belle set down in a low spot that got
me going. After months of searching for a new place, we had finally put an
offer on a lovely property, but during the inspection discovered it had
multiple problems. I was adamant we back out of the offer. Bob was frustrated
and tired of house hunting. He threatened to build the garage he’d been wanting
and just stay put.
I knew I’d have to come up with something fast. With the
updated Realtor.com in hand and desperate prayer on lips, I headed out in
search of That Perfect Place one more time.
I stood on the hill of the overgrown property—so overgrown
that you could hardly see the mobile home enshrouded under the brush. Oh Lord,
this is on a hill (one of my requirements) and it does have the utilities in
place (another on the checklist). It’s private yet close to all I would need as
I age, and the price is right. But it certainly had passed beyond any hope of
being a fixer-upper.
I wanted a place of light, efficiency and beauty where I could see the sky and marvel at the Creator. This was a cave—dark, depressed.
Did we have the vision, the strength, the resources to
tackle it?
I hurried home to Bob. “I think you need to see this.” We
stood on the hill, surveying the tangle of a place gone wild before us, the
glimpse of the lake across the street. Neither of us spoke.
For those of us who belong to the Dive-in-and-Do tribe—who
think we’ve got the means, or at least, the enthusiasm—who accept there’ll be
no Chip and Joanna Gaines, the famous fixer-upper couple, coming to our rescue,
attitude is as important an asset as
know-how.
Physical obstacles can be overcome with a Google search,
YouTube video, or good plumber, but overcoming the fear of making a mistake, or
being overwhelmed by the endless task before you is a matter of mind.
It’s freeing to embrace the fact your dream doesn’t have to
look like someone else’s.
It’s freeing to dare to go ahead and swing that
hammer—mistakes can be repaired, walls can be repainted.
But it’s discipline to keep one eye on the final far-off goal
and both eyes anchored on the seemingly endless task at hand.
It took us the better part of a year to go from here:
January 2016 |
to here:
January 2017 |
Along the way I learned a lot about downsizing, and how to take
down a mobile home, and the complicated world of light fixtures, and worse yet—light
bulbs. And of course—Bob’s vision: how
to make a workshop out of an old steel carport. Most important, we learned how to keep our sanity and our marriage while
at it. Things I’ll talk about for
the next few weeks. I hope you’ll join the conversation.
Marcia
You've turned your place into a beautiful masterpiece, Marcia (and Bob). Bravo! Many lessons are learned through the moving process. I look forward to reading more of them in the future. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd Cathy, I expect you have many lesson to contribute too!
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