exposure. progress. accountability. goals. patience.
All of these words have many meanings to me, these days, as I try to balance a relatively new job (is it new when it’s been 2 months?) with increased running, social adventures, and the addition of a new obsession in my life (Muay Thai). Some days, I feel like I can conquer the world. Other days, I feel like I can barely juggle all my interests and my few responsibilities. I like to imagine this is how anyone would feel after leaving a work-from-home job of 5 years and transitioning into a new job with a traditional office schedule. And with that, I decided to dust off the power tools and to-do list and get my hands dirty on house stuff again, because now that I am no longer home majority of the day all the things I want to do and haven’t done yet have become all the more apparent and slap me in the face at 5:15pm daily.
The long dreary winter has ended and a bright, beautiful spring emerged. And in true Philadelphia fashion, 2 weeks later summer began. The list of house projects has stayed the same, since I created the list last summer. Few things have changed in the Hasen Haus – there are still 2 cats and 1 puppy (albeit older and even more delightful, if that is possible), attempts at growing food, and more wool than one can imagine. The master bedroom in my house is now empty, as a housemate has moved on to other living arrangements and I decided that…well…living alone is excellent so why get a new housemate.
So the master bedroom. Arguably, the best room on the second floor, with the most windows and the best natural light, with the dumbest closet ever built. Small (too small for regular hangers) and awkwardly placed, it was begging to be demolished so that this room’s full potential could be felt. Luckily, while I was still at my old job (working from home), a friend offered to assist in the demolition of the small-awkward-closet-from-hell. In my far too idealistic mind, I thought that once it was demo’d there would be a little bit of wall patching and then the room could be painted and voila! How quickly I forgot all the lessons of home renovation that I learned in the Point Breeze row-home renovation. Nothing is ever that simple, and once you tear down a wall so many more things show their true nature. Also, everything takes forever.
After staring at the wall for a few months, and slapping a note on the wall to warn visitors to keep the door shut lest the animals get covered in dust, I determined that patching the ancient spackle and hole in the ceiling, and sanding to a finished quality that would match the wonky nature of these old walls would be roughly the same sweat equity as exposing the wall. Brick wall won out in that debate….and so the room continued to sit for a few months, because who has time for that, right? I rallied some lovely friends, on the recent long weekend, who like challenges and fellowship and being helpful amazing folks and we made some progress on tearing down the rest. The small amount left at the bottom is due to learning that my elderly neighbor was under the weather and I didn’t want to win the award for worst neighbor (she did receive a nice gift card and thank you note from me, for her patience with 2 hours of banging on a shared wall). Luckily, that part can be chiseled off with a pry bar and not too much noise in relatively short time, by me.
Now armed with a new level of inspiration and determination, a new timeline for completion has been mentally created. Of course, now I wonder if patching the wall would have really taken much less time and effort than this. I just keep imagining how lovely this room will be in the near future, and brush those doubts aside as I steel myself for the wire brush bonanza that awaits my future with this wall. Onwards!