I have not written in a couple weeks. I know. Not because I have nothing to write about! I have pages and pages of photos and stuff I wanted to post. But I’ve been suffering from a bit of anxiety… between trying to get our taxes done (which I did not finish and filed an extension two days before), doing renovations on our house in New Hampshire to get on the market, preparing for a workshop in Indiana, an unusually heavy workload with my freelance work and then knowing I was about to buy a house in Tennessee that I never stepped foot in…. uhhhhh what?
Yes, I never stepped foot in the house we bought last week until a day before we closed on it. That’s right. It was total trust in Eric. Just like the photo of me working on the stairwell, standing on a make-shift platform that Eric built.
I had to trust that Eric would not rig a contraption that would send me tumbling down 10 feet of stairs. Just like I had to trust that Eric would not have us purchase a home in Tennessee that would send me crying, with a bag in one hand and Chance’s leash in the other, to my parent’s doorstep begging them to let me move in! (Well, it has not happened yet at least…)
So, I am now sitting in the empty church building that is on our new property in Tennessee. Well, it’s not completely empty. There’s a few things we have in here that Mr. Basketmaker will be “showing and telling” about shortly. It’s been over a week now since being here and it has been very interesting. I know I have been joking with Eric and telling people we just bought a money pit, but he did do a good job in inspecting the property.
The old farmhouse that will be our main home does need a lot of work. But it’s all work we can do. We will be setting up the church as a giant loft-like space for us to live in temporarily while we work on the house making it fabulous with our personal eclectic touches. No more worrying about “resale!” If I want to paint a wall bright orange and green, I’m going to do it! When we are done, it will be like a brand new home — not the rundown, falling apart 1950s bungalow it is now.
In addition, I have some other good news to share — our home in Manchester, New Hampshire is under contract. Last week we got an offer after being on the market for 9 days. Now I don’t want to rub it in, but didn’t I post on here several times that Eric said there was absolutely and unequivocally (well, he didn’t say that last word… I’m adding it here for literary effect) no way we could get our house listed before June? I think I did. So not only did we get it on the market in April, it also was under contract shortly after. This will come in so handy in the future! Every time Eric says “that will not happen” I will say, “Remember when you said we couldn’t put the house….. blah blah blah.” The more ammunition I have in my back pocket the better. I can probably use this for at least the next six months.
So I’m off to see what Eric is doing inside the house. I am, after all, “quality control.” Someone needs to approve his progress!