There’s a new beam in my house where a wall used to be.
Every single aspect of normal life is cancelled right now, and yet somehow we were still able to move forward with our remodel. We spent months asking questions – Is planning a remodel while planning a wedding a good idea? (NO) Is this a smart use of our savings account? (…hopefully?) Will we maybe hate each other more than we ever thought possible over the placement of a kitchen island? (Surprisingly, yes) – but the question we never thought to ask? Will there be a pandemic this spring?
Months of planning and months of dreaming. Months of stressful conversations and Google searches teaching us how little we know about construction and fights more due to us being tired than us actually disagreeing. Months & months – then a pandemic came and made time irrelevant but somehow, someway, we got papers signed and workers hired and all of a sudden I had a weekend to pack up a house.
We’re embracing the open floorplan concept because we are young and hip and cool and trendy …and because the house had the weirdest half wall you could ever imagine. 99.9% of people, when first walking in my front door, would comment on said wall. It was that alarmingly, glaringly jarring. RJ, on our third date, walked into my house for the first time and told me he would knock it down. I replied with something sassy like “Welcome to my house, do I know you?”
I guess that joke’s on me now, as he has officially knocked it down. Read More