Three Months Later…

Not that I’m inspired to write. But I’m inclined to say something. It’s been exactly three months since the builder’s foot stepped into my property. Today my builders came to complete the things they were employed to do. From their side this project is finished. Next week I’ll sign off the final cheque and will be left one-to-one with my house.

It certainly has changed. And whilst I don’t remember now how it looked before, I know how it felt before and it feels better now. Guess, this means that I’m pleased with the results. Well, at least I can safely say the results didn’t disappoint me. I would like to have certain things done in different way, of course. But they are things I would’ve had if I could afford them. Not the things that should’ve been different. The fancy stuff, you know. I can live without it. For now. Until the sooner-or- later time…we all know how this particular promise never finds his way into material world, but there you go, one can dream on. For the time being I made a decision to like what I’ve got.

What I’ve got is a hip of work. Yes, the builders aren’t keen on decoration and to be honest I wouldn’t want them to. Personally I dislike the process of creating the new look, but I like the result so much that it cancels over the dis part of it. At least I’m having my house to myself and can do what I want and what I need in the time when I wish and the time when I can. And trust me, there is still a lot to do! There are walls to be painted and wallpapered, floors to be carperted, kitchen to be ordered, delivered, fitted and filled with kitchen stuff, and all the other little things that I’m sure are just sitting there quietly in ambush, ready to jump onto you just when you’ll think, you’re done.

The optimist in me keeps hoping for the painting-free Christmas time, the pessimist tends to burst this bubble with the reminders of unbalanced balance in the bank, and I’m between the two, almost like an observer, curious who’s to win in the end. In the meantime, I’m doing my best. And keep my creativity on a leash for it runs fast and far at every opportunity, how very inconsiderate of her!

Oh well, we will get there one day. And once we do, a promise of Never Do It Again will be made. But today I’m proud to say that I’ve made it that far, all on my own, with no help from nowhere and I’m well damn pleased with this fact.