Moving in

I moved in September 29 and sometimes it feels like I blinked and it's the 1st of November, and sometimes (like last weekend pulling shrubs; more on that later) it feels like I've lived here forever.

One of my first thoughts upon moving in was that I had many more projects than I anticipated. It's not that I began thinking of new things that needed to be done; it was more like I kept talking about the "potential" this place had without considering what it would take for it to live up to it's "potential."

But I'm happy to be here and it gets better (and simultaneously worse) all the time. As my father so adeptly put it, "Honey, your lifestyle is about to change." And he was right.

The first weekend after moving in was a whirlwind of putting the kitchen together. The next weekend I was down for the count with food poisoning. Last weekend, Dad and I pulled out the shrubs. And this weekend was spent running errands, doing laundry, half getting the office put back together, cleaning out the garage, pruning the raspberries, laying mulch on the mudhole left by the bushes, and installing hooks for various shovels and rakes. I think I did more but can't remember.

I'm starting this blog to keep track of the progress in words and pictures. I hope it will be fun for me to keep a record of my work as I begin to tackle these jobs. I have made a personal commitment to keeping at this (both the blog and the house), and to try things I maybe didn't think I could do before. A nice man at Lowe's told me yesterday, "You can do this yourself, you know." And I was inspired.

I can. I can do this myself, you know.