WOW, I'm in, up to a year in the works and I'm finally moved into the farm house. A year of renovations, cleaning, picking colors, updates, unexpected expenses, a lot of alone time, craziness and changes.
It's so much work when you do everything yourself and expensive when you have to pay everyone to help. Which is exactly what I had to do. When push came to shove nobody wanted to help. Yes, my son helped a tad, but as for my estranged husband and daughter, the answer was basically do it yourself and that is what I did, I did it myself. The painting, I had to hire a couple of great guys and the second floor in the house came out perfect! I had to hire help to pack and clean because I'm working full time. Working full time to pay everyone else!! I guess that is how it works. I have more to say about that, in a future post...
There is still so much to do with my old house, we are listing it in three weeks and the words my husband said today is "you will never get it done", again, alone and trying to get out of this mess I made.
My new mantra is "less is more" and I finally get it. Less is more...So here I sit, my dog, Buffy and me. My son did move with me, only after my breakdown or he would have stayed in the big beautiful home with central air conditioning but he did come with me. So apparently I'm not the loser mother I thought I was and claimed to be. Like I said, it's been crazy.
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