I think the rock trolls from Frozen could sing about it better, “So it’s a bit of a fixer upper, so it’s got a few flaws…”
We bought a fixer upper, mind you, it’s actually in good shape for being abandoned for two years (or three or five, depending on which neighbor you asked).
- It’s overrun by weeds (and still overrun by weeds despite our efforts, holy wow).
- We hired an arborist to take out 11 dead trees.
- The grass has also died, but we spent a pretty penny to fix the 20 solenoid valves and only last week has Dr. H fixed the electrical to get the grass watered on a schedule. I hope our neighbors are giving us a little grace with the landscaping!
- We have the plans drawn up from our architect to fix the broken/buckling circular drive.
- The interior was fine (some clogged drains, missing/broken toilet paper dispensers, burnt-out light bulbs, leaking dishwasher, loose door handles–all fixed within a few weeks after we moved).
The kids still refer to the house as the “new house,” but when I make a meal in the kitchen or step into the master bedroom at the end of the day, I realize that the newness has worn off and it’s just “the house.”
And…we bought a baby grand piano! WHAT?! It was a bit of a gamble. I found the listing on Facebook Marketplace and went to the woman’s house to play it. Not only was it in terrific shape, it played well. The thing is, we hadn’t closed on our house yet, so if anything fell through, I’d have a very large instrument and no where to put it. She luckily agreed to hold on to it for a little over a month and it now graces the piano room (or, the conservatory when I’m feeling fancy). We still haven’t located all of our piano books after the move, but the songs we do play sound amazing.
We’re testing out Modsy for some interior decorating (as I don’t have an interior decorator bone in my body). I hope our rooms reflect our tastes well and are inviting to guests.
The stress that comes with selling and buying property has subsided–whew (that was late winter and pretty much all spring). As August approaches, I’m excited because Dr. H starts his job soon, H will officially be in preschool (!!!), and A will go to a new daycare provider whom we think she’ll thrive with. As for me? I’ll hopefully go part-time and enjoy this season of life. It’s all in God’s hands and for that, I’m grateful.