I finally got around to taking some pictures. They are not award-winning, magazine-worthy, but I hope they will give you a little idea of what the house is shaping up to be.
This is a peek at our dining room through the side porch. I love my orb o' flowers. I've been waiting almost a year to see it up!
Here's another shot of the dining room from the living room.
The kitchen from the back entryway. Charlie managed to find his way in most of my shots. He's nervous. It's raining and thundering outside.
Kitchen view from the front entry hall.
Kitchen view from the dining room. The black rectangle is the dishwasher that is awaiting it's panel and handle so it will match the rest of the kitchen.
Can you believe these floors? They were topped with tons of glue, black glue, and linoleum. I can't believe they can sand all of that off! This is the original hutch. The wall you see between it and the fridge is what's left of the original wall that separated the kitchen and eating space.
The living room view from the side porch. It's not completely settled, but it's getting there.
The living room from the other side. I'm still editing the bookshelves. They are so hard to get just right.
You know, I have found out a lot about myself in this process. It's not our first move, by any means. In fact, this is our seventh move in 12 years. You'd think I would have it down to a science. I do, in some ways, but I have discovered that moving into this particular house has changed the game. In the past, we get a house, then move in. Our stuff has to fit, and we just get it in there and start living, knowing that we will move on eventually. Not so here. This is the house where we will settle when Craig retires. I want it to be perfect. And that's impossible. To expect each room to look like the magazine pictures that I have poured over for the last 9 years since we've owned this home, is an impossible expectation and heaps unnecessary pressure on an already stressful situation. But I want that, at least for a few minutes. Just let me get the room how I want it, let me sit in it, walk out of the room and come in again and enjoy it, then we can commence to living. As you can see, it's not there yet. And that's okay. I'm coming to terms with it. Somewhat.
It's not unlike Christianity. And I say Christianity, as opposed to a relationship with Jesus on purpose, because they really are two different plights. Christianity holds an expectation, both from the Christian and those around who are involved with said Christian. Many times, we come to the Christianity table with the misconception that life is going to be a magazine spread of happiness and good times. Then reality hits. Life, like houses, gets messy. There are chips in the new paint, scratches on the floor, unexpected leaks and obstacles, and basically, life is moving on around us. That's where the relationship part comes in. The only expectation is to live in Christ. He doesn't tell us to cast all our cares on Him because He wants us to be happy. He wants to help us shoulder our burdens. He doesn't say come, all who are perfect and carefree and I will give you wealth and happiness beyond compare. He says come, all who are weary and heavy laden and He will give us rest. Sometimes we just have to get beyond the clutter, the mess, the "rooms" that still need a lot of work, and go answer the door when He comes knocking.