In the continuing attempt to make my house a pleasant place to live, my lovely parents have offered to pay a large portion of the cost of redoing my main bathroom. For those of you who have been to my house, you know how strange my bathroom is. It doesn’t have a real door, the mirror is to the left of the sink, the toilet is placed such that you bang you knee all the time, there is no real counter space, and to top it off, the shower has a 30 degree slope inwards from about shoulder height up. It was almost enough to make me not consider buying the house in the first place.
But since I have it, and since a certain Kelly is planning on moving in with me, we have decided that it is time to rip out the bathroom and put in a nice one that is actually functional. Which sounds great, and I’m honestly very excited. But there is a small problem with this plan. My house is 101 years old, which means that when you start tearing into things, everything goes crazy, no matter who good a plan you had. In fact, it seems like the more of a plan that you have, the worse things actually go. And in this case, the plan isn’t that great. It is basically rip out the entire bathroom, rip out a large portion of the kitchen that is below the bathroom, and have Nathan be a vagrant for a couple of months. Yeah, I’m a little nervous.
We are planning on starting this Friday with hauling away all of the crap that was in my basement that was moved to the garage so that we can haul all of the crap we rip out of the house into the garage. It is going to be one hell of a project.
And like I said, I’m a little nervous. But I think that is to be expected when your house is about to be ripped apart and then put back together. But I’m also very excited, because I know that the people involved either do good work or hard work, and the combination of the two will cause me to end up with something very nice. But I might be spending a few nights in my car as I wear out my welcome elsewhere.