Be prepared for swings. I wish they were the kind to erect in the backyard but I am talking about delirious highs that lift the spirit and generate confidence that all things are possible . This creative hope place causes such wonderful design inspiration that anything can happen. Enjoy these since they don't last long or occur that frequently.
The low point of the fulcrum often feels terminal. "The project can't continue since we haven't sold the other house." "We need to stop spending until we see if you get rehired for the fall." The banks aren't lending any money now, so even if we wanted to refinance, we couldn't get a loan." (We'd probably need some interior walls, HVAC, electricity, plumbing and flooring before they'd consider it, anyway. Right now, we're paying a mortgage on a place that does not really exist.) (Shhhhhh, don't tell anyone, ok?)
Having a shell of a house with a 60-year-old husband who's doing most of the work himself in these crazy economic times might be a recipe for an ulcer. Aligning on the project and our commitment to completing it as we can, feels like, most of the time, anyway, partnership of a much more interdependent kind. Really working through our fears by expressing them and allowing for that swing set I mentioned keeps us aware of the other's concerns but allows us to offer support to the one on the bottom until he/she can bounce back. So far, so stressed. . .I mean, so good. We just keep plugging along. Mostly weekend warriors. Mostly convinced that this will be a wonderful spot to move to whenever that "year from now" occurs.
The low point of the fulcrum often feels terminal. "The project can't continue since we haven't sold the other house." "We need to stop spending until we see if you get rehired for the fall." The banks aren't lending any money now, so even if we wanted to refinance, we couldn't get a loan." (We'd probably need some interior walls, HVAC, electricity, plumbing and flooring before they'd consider it, anyway. Right now, we're paying a mortgage on a place that does not really exist.) (Shhhhhh, don't tell anyone, ok?)
Having a shell of a house with a 60-year-old husband who's doing most of the work himself in these crazy economic times might be a recipe for an ulcer. Aligning on the project and our commitment to completing it as we can, feels like, most of the time, anyway, partnership of a much more interdependent kind. Really working through our fears by expressing them and allowing for that swing set I mentioned keeps us aware of the other's concerns but allows us to offer support to the one on the bottom until he/she can bounce back. So far, so stressed. . .I mean, so good. We just keep plugging along. Mostly weekend warriors. Mostly convinced that this will be a wonderful spot to move to whenever that "year from now" occurs.
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