Recently I saw on an Instagram post that we have reached the "half-Christmas" mark, meaning we are six months back around to the Christmas season. Really? You gotta be kidding me. Christmas in July? No, thanks.
This got me to thinking about the many different ways we, as humans, measure time. Of course, the earliest most primitive way of measuring time was by the sun, and literally today in the 21st century we are still measuring time by the sun and moon and the passing of a 24-hour period, which morphs into a full 365-day calendar year. We measure time by birthdays and anniversaries and holidays and other special dates. One way I personally measure time is by the clock tower that stands sentinel in my little downtown where I live at the moment. Just as the faint and distant passing of trains gave me peaceful moments at my last house, so does the clock tower. It is literally yards from my bedroom window and many mornings as I lie there wondering what time it is, if I am patient that clock tower will let me know. It is consistently counting out the hours and every single day of every single year calls to the folk in town that time is surely passing. There is something strangely comforting about the sound of the hours being announced and, even though I will not miss the traffic outside my apartment window, I will miss the clock tower one day when we move.
Right now, I am mostly measuring time with the renovation of our 125-year-old house. In some ways, I simply cannot believe that we have passed the one-year mark but, at the same time, it seems like it has been five or ten years. It's getting harder and harder to remember life before this renovation came along, sucking us into its possibilities, and dragging us along as we have learned and grown and made what feels like a forever friend in this old house. The memories we have made renovating her will be with us I'm sure till our final days. We laugh sometimes as we talk about sitting in our rockers at age 90 reminiscing about how a 125-year-old house just about kicked our butts. At the onset of this renovation project, it seemed like time was all we had. It was a new challenge; a fresh start; a project that was all ahead of us and our energy soared. Now, as we count down the final weeks and literally days of this project, it's hard to see that far back to when we had the energy that some days seemed boundless. Now most days are marked by fatigue and the ever-pressing urgency to get finished, get this house on the market, and move on to our next adventure. But don't get me wrong; it is indeed bittersweet. As I've said before, I have never renovated a house that I didn't think for a short minute that I wish I could live there, that too bad I wasn't re-doing the property just for me. Because, if budget allows, we do our best to incorporate all the things into a property that we'd like to have if we were to live there. I dream of the long soaks I'd have in the beautiful tubs we've installed...or watching a rabbit scamper across the acreage on a regular basis as I wash dishes in the big farmhouse sinks. I envision family and friends gathering around large tables in the common spaces to eat together or piling into the living room for a movie night around a roaring fire. It is absolutely the case that every bedroom we design or re-do I imagine my bed in there and ask myself a million and two questions about the layout and comfort factor for every guest room. Is the placement of the bed best here or there? Are there plugs and light switches conveniently located to where they'll really be needed? Is there enough lighting and is it beautiful? Have we enough natural light and, if not, can we make more with added windows? All the things I want in a home I try to do for the person who will one day in the (hopefully near) future make it their very own and, even though I may never see it for myself, enjoy my efforts on a daily basis.
I want to take this opportunity to thank you for following us on this journey. The next time I post, it will most likely be to announce the listing of this house into the market. Thank you for all the encouraging words when the days have gotten long and words of affirmation for my design choices. It really encourages me to have folks out there that are willing to take their time to listen to my (sometimes crazy!) thoughts on life, love, people, and a daily journey that can be mundane and repetitious and just might include an ample dose of complaining. If God gives us grace and a few more years on this earth, we will be finding another project down the road a bit (metaphorically speaking), and will begin the process all over again, so stay tuned.
In the meantime, I will continue to guide you through life with my very-opinionated thoughts and philosophies (haha) and remind you constantly to be grateful and kind, hopeful and positive, to always put family first, and to never give up on your dreams.
We have to make our own happiness, you know.
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age."
- Sophia Loren
(couldn't agree more, foxy lady!)
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