The past couple of weeks have been heavy. The heaviest few weeks that I’ve had since 2012 with the death of my mother. The flood waters came into my neighborhood, displaced us, and washed all of our memories and lives away. We’ve been working tirelessly with cleaning and sanitizing and tearing down walls. We’ve gotten everything down to the framing and cemented floors. And now it’s time to rebuild.
My days have started really, really early. Even earlier than before. I’ve lost a good bit of weight, even though some from stress, most is from all of the work that I’m doing in the house. I think as a result, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m feeling more and more peace as the days go by and I’m much more hopeful.
It’s both gut-wrenching and hopeful to see my home stripped of its walls and 60% of its flooring. Hopeful because my home is literally a blank canvas and can be designed however I would like it as long as I can finance it. We’ve been working on a design to open up the kitchen. You can blame Joanna Gaines for all of her beautiful open concepts on Fixer Upper.
I’ve cancelled my trip to Costa Rica just so I can be here for the process and there’s just too much that I need to handle on the forefront to be in another country right now. In hindsight, it probably would have been helpful to go, but I just didn’t want to take the chance.
We’re in our last phase of sanitizing and drying everything out. Walls are supposed to be going up later next week. Pinterest boards are going to come to life. Plans into fruition. Peace is slowly but steadily being restored. I’m excited and so, so grateful!
A few close friends of mine said they can’t wait to see how I make it through this. How my resilience and faith will push me through this. Well, what better way than to document it? House to Home 2.0.