The house my husband bought without me.
The house he said was in a perfect location and just needed "just a little bit of renovation."
He totally lied about one of those things. And location wasn't the one thing.
We’d been in Nashville living in a hotel for three weeks waiting for the sale to go through. The sale that was supposed to go through before we left California in December but didn't. Buying a foreclosure sucks for everyone – everyone except the bank. I think the bank likes the dicking around that comes with foreclosures. At least it feels that way to me. Anyway, we’d been in a hotel for ages and the day after we got the keys, my over excited self hit Target for cleaning supplies as soon as it opened and headed over to the house, to our NEW HOUSE!
The next day, January 11, 2013, the skies opened up and we discovered that the pretty dry creek bed next to the house was actually a river. A massive noisy overflowing surprise river that originated in the culvert at the top of the driveway and rushed down the side of our property line. Joy.
Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. I was a camper – we had no furniture and we were sleeping on a blowup mattress in the dining room – but I was not happy.
Fast forward and here we are, one year later. We have no kitchen but we also have no mouse poop. I consider that a win. We have new windows and a new driveway wall and patio fire pit area. A wall, by the way, the mayor of our street calls the quarry. I am slowly making inroads in the garden. The owl and his/her new family is still in the yard, giving us occasional glimpses of him/herself. The deer hang out under out play structure in the summer and wander through in groups in the winter and the chipmunks continue to drive Tigger the Dog absolutely mental. Outside it is all I imagined and more and inside is slowly getting there.
It was a long year but one of lots of growth, emotional and physical. The physical growth solely because the food in Nashville is so fantastic and, since our kitchen was occupied and no longer exists, we have been eating out a lot. A LOT! And the emotional growth? Well I'm nicer. Something about not working for an ass and not having to battle through stupid to get to the job I no longer woe at with said ass has made me nicer. Go figure.
So happy One Year to us. Happy One Year down and five bazillion more house projects to come. And time, I think, to change my lingo from I just moved to Nashville to I LIVE in Nashville.