So, this weekend, some friends stopped by to see the house. One of them asked me a very interesting question.
What drew you to the house?
Ok, that’s easy. Right?!?!?!
Well, I drew a complete blank. Call it long days that are rolling into long weeks. Call it exhaustion. Call whatever you will, but I sat at the kitchen table and for the life of me couldn’t think of what made me want to get the house.
That’s a problem. The honeymoon can’t be over already?? I mean, all I have done so far is cleaned and packed and moved…rinse and repeat. How can I be tired of this project already?
Then I remembered. The potential. My brother calls me ambitious. I say I am crazy. It’s guarded enthusiasm with a twist of hope to win the lottery. But, there is potential. So much of it. Everywhere I look in the house, I just want to patch, paint, kill bees, scrub, scrape and refresh every surface, inside and out. I truly believe that over time, this house will stand to be a legacy for generations to come and inspiration for those who get to look at it for decades to come.
I can pull it off. So, let’s hope I don’t loose site of the potential. If I do…I have officially blogged it and can come back to this point to remind myself…right?!