OK, y’all. I am freaking out! We are supposed to move in on Friday. Seriously. We are nearing the end of the interior renovation (who knows how much longer the outside will take) and it seems like there is a looooong way to go. So I am summoning all of the energy I have in order to keep the faith – faith in the contractor, faith in the painters, faith in myself – that this project will be finished by Friday morning.
So the bedrooms are complete. Carpet is in, paint is done. The plumber was there to finish the bathrooms. I am trying to remain positive. We have a place to sleep. It may smell like paint fumes, but the weather is cool enough to open windows. Seriously, work with me here. I feel like I am pulling at straws of positivity.
As for the rest of the house, not sure what is going to happen. None of the downstairs has been painted. The ugly ceiling in my breakfast area had to be ripped down and put back up. All of my doors are still in their naked, white state. (I have BIG plans for my interior doors!) There is crap everywhere!
My contractor swears it will be fine. Just some minor touch ups, he says. Friday will be no problem. I am trying to have faith in him. He does this all the time. So I’m taking lots of deep breaths…..
I am trying to focus on the good things. All the light fixtures are in. And they rock! Especially this one…..
We are so close. Just not sure if we are close enough to move in. But we don’t have a choice. The apartment lease is up. We may be in the midst of chaos for a week or so. But I will continue to have faith. Or at least try to.