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Nightmares

Last night I had a dream nightmare that the neighbors got tired of Lucky being in their way, so they moved the house and in the process destroyed the floors and just as I was figuring out how to salvage the mess, a tornado came and wiped the whole thing out.

For real, that was the exact dream.

I think it is safe to say I am beginning to stress a bit about the move.

I can handle everything else; being my own general contractor, determining where septic tanks go and geothermal vs furnace and so much more, but the actual moving of the house has me freaked out.

The company that is moving our house has been in the business a really long time, and they came highly recommended, but we are about to lift a ninety year old, two story home, that was most likely built by a layman, put it on a moving trailer, haul it two miles across roads and pasture and set it down on a foundation that we hope and pray is exact enough in dimension to hold it.

Do you sense my fear?

When people hear what I am doing, there seems to be about two reactions.

"You're out of your mind."

And.

"You're brilliant."

The problem is, brilliant so often teeters on the brink of insanity that I am no longer sure which one I am leaning towards.

I know that once the house is set down and secure all my fears will subside. Everything else I can deal with. Plaster cracks, asbestos tiles, rot from leaking windows, those things can be fixed. Time and money can take care of all of that, but if they lift that house and the whole thing collapses, there is no coming back from that. Just book me a one way ticket to the crazy house and call it a day!

So whether you think I am crazy or brilliant, the basement is already being poured and we've bought the farmhouse so it's a done deal.

 

I hope you'll follow along to see what comes next!

Thanks for stopping by. If you have any advice on how to handle the stress of renovations I'd love to hear from you!

P.S. I have started packing non-essentials in an effort to feel more prepared!

 

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