Rumor has it that construction projects can lead an entire family down the road to ruin. Couples fight about the mess, the money, the aggravation. Cramped and packed into small portions of the house while the kitchen is being demolished, the family scrabbles around the makeshift hotplate and coffee maker area, grabbing the food that doesn't have to be refrigerated.
Meanwhile, at the bank, the accounts grow smaller and smaller. Back in the olden days before the bust, people took out loans, giving themselves seconds and thirds in terms of loans (they aren't getting seconds and thirds at home from the hotplate). The kids are sleeping on the floor in the master bedroom, and nothing but sleep is going on in the house.
But the time the house is finished, no one is speaking to each other. Who cares that the kitchen is an ocean of granite and marble and cherry? The house looks great but the family is in shambles.
The good news for Michael and me is that we didn't have to live in the house we are remodeling. The bad news is that we are paying to live in our rental house while the house we will move into is being fixed. We didn't have to go through the sheet rock sanding, the painting, the fact of the contractors banging down the steps and using the second bathroom (Michael warned me not to go in there, and I have taken his advice). We have shown up for appointments with various contractors and to water the yard, and then we have gone home to make dinner. We toast each other on a project well done, and then go to bed in a house that is not adrift in sheet rock particles. Smart, except, of course, financially.
But this happy scenario all comes to an end on Monday morning at 9. We will be moving over to the new house, and from what I can gather a few things will be left undone. For one, the living room sheet rock and the kitchen and living room painting. The front door replacement. The trim work. Oh, yeah--the appliances, though they should go in sometime later next week. However, we will be able to plug in the refrigerator in the garage and eat from there. Sounds great, yes?
But I think we have missed the greater part of relationship disaster by staying over here, missing the hardest part, the dislocation of self from ordinary routine. There will only be the smallest part of that, and then we can sit back in our house and toast ourselves on a job well done.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
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