I’ve been in so many houses. Lived and loved in so many houses. Not once have I ever noticed you. It was almost like you never really existed, until you came storming into our lives.
Agreeing to spend our summer with you opened up a large chunk of our house building budget. We were reassured we could handle you.
At 3 AM on a Monday night, with sawdust in my nose and caulking in my hair, I cursed you. I had an adult temper tantrum and said really mean things to you AND about you. I wondered why you ever even existed. Why did we even have to have you?
But then, you finished our house. there was this one Saturday I devoted to strictly sanding and painting you. 14 hours of it to be exact. It was me, you, and the main level of our house. It turns out you did matter, and I underestimated the difference you make.
There are some things to be worked out still. It’s kind of like your the job that never really ends. But one day you will… I think. Despite the rough road we have travelled, I will always remember the summer of 2014 that we spent together.