This coming weekend, we’ll be moving into the new house – and OMG, there is so, so much to do before then! While the entryway, ceiling and room partitions will be corrected by contractors, we’ve been pouring all of our free time into making the home liveable before we fill it with boxes. (We did find a teensy moment to escape the dust and yuck on Saturday morning though; there’s a lot to do, yes, but it’s just as important for us to enjoy summer in the city, too.)
This morning, I found myself cracking up over Daniel’s description of what the movies make you think buying an old home is like. Many, many times this weekend, Scott and I asked each other, is this our 80s flick montage moment? Should we have a paint fight right now, then roll on the floor laughing? (Huey Lewis plays in the background, naturally.) The not so funny part is when I wouldn’t let go of the idea that we were in our very own Money Pit.
It’s not all bad though – rather, we made huge progress over the last couple of days. While we wait for the contractors to come in and do their thing (which, fingers crossed, should happen at the end of this week), we spent our time getting the second floor up to snuff. It is/was by far the most out of sorts of all the building’s units; the lingering smells are headache inducing, the wall splatters are sticky and gooey, and bugs (I refuse to say roaches; I won’t do it) scurried across the floor and ceilings. (We’ve since killed ’em off. Mostly.)
At several points, I started to lose faith (nope, I’m not going to lie!) that anything remaining on that floor should be banished to the dumpsters (i.e., the entire bathroom, all light fixtures and random tchotchkes left behind), but money is one of the biggest factors to consider right now, and so, crooked vanity, you stay. Old toilet, you stay, too. Guest and laundry room with subfloor? Well, we’ll hide you by closing the door for now.
Anything we could do (that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg), we did do. We scrubbed the walls with disinfectant, we coated every surface with clean, white primer (to help eliminate odors), and we pulled out the second floor kitchen. With all the cabinets and fixtures attached with nothing more than a few screws, the whole get-up was out in 30 minutes.
We removed the old, filthy shower doors from the bathroom, took down the medicine cabinet, and scrubbed every inch of every surface. Scott primed the walls in there, too, and while we’re not excited to shower in there (we held a mini pow-wow to discuss our near future, and we both decided the first floor bathroom would be a safer, more sanitary choice), it’s already looking much better.
Ripping up the carpet in the two smaller rooms and scraping up the stained (and slightly damp) pad lifted out odors almost instantly, but these rooms are still waiting for their scrub down – which will have to happen this week.
But through all the mess, we reminded each other to have fun! It seemed we were never quite on the same page – while I gritted my teeth and cursed the dirt and grime, Scott would be humming his happy tune, and vice versa. At one point (during a moment of panic: are we crazy?), I straight up asked Scott, what are you so smiley about?! (I can be moody, FYI.) His answer lifted me right out of my funk – We’re building our home, and I’m here with you.
By Sunday night, we were straight-up beat. It’s a good exhaustion though; we sleep like rocks, and to be quite honest, the sense of accomplishment is rewarding in ways we couldn’t imagine. And of course, Scott’s right. Together, we’re building this home for our little family.