The borders between home and sleeping-place are ill-defined and will be for a while. I’ll report in from home later today – Friday evening livestream! Catch me at 6 pm central from the front porch of Home. Last weekend I evidently messed up the settings and that brief video vanished into the aether, sorry about that. This week I’m packing all the audio and video gear along with me to travel and do it up right. There’s internet, and good ‘net at that, already up and running at Home.
I’ve been packing, and being grateful that I exercised some discretion about not moving too much into the apartment. It’s bad enough as it is… but then again we had no idea where we’d be from the perspective of a year ago. Should I have been minimalist and camped here for a year? Perhaps. However, there were points we were talking about being here for two years, or buying in the city mess, and it was all very fuzzy. So I’m packing loads when we run up to Home, for the car, and perhaps by the time we’re ready to have furniture in the house, the apartment will be down to bare-bones furniture. Which I will hire a couple of guys to come move for us into a truck. And then another couple of guys at the Home end to unload.
Slowly, slowly, progress is made. As impatient as I am, I do know this. The Little Man has been posting photos to the discord server he set up for the purpose. He feels like he’s not been as fast as he planned. The First Reader and I from our perspective of vast (coffcoff) experience, think he’s going great guns and are very pleased indeed for work that’s being done largely solo. And the other thing the kid didn’t get was: we anticipated problems. Life is like that. Nothing goes according to plan, a smooth path towards a goal leaves you squinting at the horizon and your flanks in suspicion while simultaneously trying to look over your shoulder at what’s sneaking up behind you.
Is it weird that seeing the walls revealed to be a thorough mess actually makes me a little happy? It’s not that I’m glad we’re going to have to be creative to make them beautiful again. It’s more that ‘ok, that’s the thing.’ It’s offset by the floors being fabulous. The walls? I have a cunning plan. More on that later, with photos. And as was pointed out to me by my friend Jonna, it could be worse. She’s absolutely correct, although I thought her counter-example of what you could find behind paneling was hilarious. Two bathrooms with Hustler centerfolds decoupaged to the walls floor-to-ceiling… My son would have died on the spot. I’ll have to ask Jonna what they did to her walls to, er, cover those ladies back up.
Ah, homeownership. All the perils and pitfalls are so worth it to be talking about Home and going there, and nesting. I’m going to nest so hard these next few months. Being displaced into the apartment was a deeply unsettling experience and I do not recommend. On the other hand, I’m grateful we did that, rather than trying to buy too early. We’re in the right place, and it’s the right time, and I can see life slowly coming back into the focus of clear purpose. It’s good. It’s all good.