So, here’s the scene:

An extension cord running up a staircase connecting a power strip with six outlets boasting a lamp (with no shade), a Mac Powerbook, a straightening iron, and an IMAC G5. Internet via ::insert name:: (thank you so much) and enough light to play fetch with the kitties.

That pretty much describes our living once the sun goes down. During the day, the place seems to glow. Once the artificial light is needed, we’re down to our one trusty lamp to provide the main ambiance. Luckily, there’s plenty of streetlight shining in to see our way around the other rooms that hide behind dark corners. Everyday we’ve been taking advantage of our bikes and this area of town. Talk about grade school all over again. Riding a bike to your friends’ house to hang out as opposed to driving a car 15 minutes across town to say hello.

It’s like a Great Camp Out with my favorite person. It’s so exciting living in the in-between stage of a house home. I can close my eyes and see how every room will look, but right now it’s hidden away downstairs under grimy carpet and freshly fallen soot from a hundred year old fireplace.

Besides the lack of electricity (which isn’t bad at all) and a shower whose knobs are backwards (hot=cold and cold=hot), this house is perfect. Every day I wake up in a place that will someday be my dream house come true. It makes me wonder what I will think about in thirty years or so. How many times things will change in this house. What rooms will swap colors. A 22 year old’s perspective can be completely opposite by that time.

Both our grandmothers seem the most excited and supportive of this whole endeavor. They both have introduced different ways to appreciate the house. Our goal is to have the house finished by Thanksgiving so we can have a great event to show the house completed to the whole family. It’ll be a sigh of relief to us and a ‘told you so’ to some.