The house is cranking right along. I spent a week stuffing insulation, and I would be so very happy to never have to see the stuff again.
I still have to crawl under the house and shop and insulate the floors, but I'm trying not to think about that right now. I'm claustrophobic, so it's going to be pretty awful.
The last sheet rock peices went up day before yesterday.
We (and by we I mean Tim and Rob) are hard at work filling holes and taping and floating the seams. Spraying texture will be a snap compared to this! Then paint and floors and cabinets and we are move in ready, you guys! We're so close! I'm hoping for mid next week, but we'll see.
I honestly thought that one of the things I'd be most excited about when moving out of the trailer would be getting a lot of my things back, my creature comforts. Now as the move in day approaches, I'm realizing that I'm actually excited to get into the storage unit and get rid of a lot of stuff, not bring it home. I can't wait to get rid of everything I don't love, that I don't use, that I only have for sentimental reasons. I want to be surrounded by only useful, beautiful, meaningful things.
Well, useful, beautiful, meaningful things, and at least some of my pretty clothes, because I may be a homesteader now, but I'm still a woman, you know! I will find reasons to wear high heels again, I will. Eventually.
Construction, even on tiny houses, generates a lot of trash. So much trash.
It's making me crazy. I can't wait till it's all gone and the land is clean. It feels like the land is suffocating under it all as much as I am. It's not peaceful. It's so much background noise, and I can shut it out. Once we get the cabinets in, that'll be the last of the trash and we'll haul it all away and Serenity Valley and I will both breathe a huge sigh of relief.
