I wrote this almost two months ago. Before I had officially moved into the house and before I started this blog. It's a thought that keeps me motivated on days when I am too tired to get any work done.
Today, I woke up in the house by myself for the first time. It was Monday morning and Ian had to go to work early. We spent this past weekend moving the furniture that had been residing in the garage since April into the house. We could finally sleep in the bedroom. Squatting in the living room was getting old.
The house is looking less like a construction zone. The kitchen cabinets are starting to fill up, things are finding their places, missing items are beginning to surface...the house is starting to feel like a home.
On this early Monday morning I poured myself a cup of coffee and wandered around the silent and lonely house. Unsure of what to do with my solo morning, I found myself sitting on the dusty and unfinished stairs looking down on the dining room. It's empty now except for some tools and buckets of paint.
I am not exactly sure why I decided to sit on the stairs. Probably because we don't have a couch yet and the bedroom feels lonely. For whatever reason...I sat and started imagining what the dining room was going to look like. I see a rustic farm table with a dark stained top. After I refinish Ian's Grandmother's secretary desk, I'll put that in the corner with some plate-ware. My collection of vintage bottles will go in the bay window. Hmm...what color for the walls??
While I was trying to picture different wall colors and decor I started looking past the unfinished walls that have been nagging me for weeks - we primed them, we just haven't picked a color. Today I started imagining what this room is for...Our family and friends will gather here. I will finally be able to serve a holiday dinner to my family in this room. We will drink wine and laugh together recounting old memories and making new. Things happen in a dining room. Important things. Days will be celebrated, good news will be shared, conversations will be had and decisions will be made. After a long, tedious and tiring weekend it is nice to sit and remember
what all of this is for.
On this morning that started out feeling so lonely, I am suddenly feeling overwhelmed by all of the love that surrounds me in this unfinished dining room. Life will happen here. My life with Ian.
I think I will pick a paint color today...