You’ll be happy to know that after nearly 10 hours of moving, our stuff made it safely to the firehouse on Friday. So we live there now… and even after 3 full days it doesn’t exactly feel real. This post is all about keeping it real, so here’s a glimpse of the living space the day after moving (pre-major unpacking).
The emotional and mental uncertainty that we’re both going through is kind of hard to put into words. We’ve been excited about the firehouse for months and steadily planning for it. We have lots of plans. We know what it will look like in a few years when the kitchen is opened up and more cabinets are added. We know how the yard will feel when it’s enclosed and the new firepit is built.
What we didn’t know, what we didn’t prepare for, is the feeling of living “in between.” Sure, we had plans for it: make a pseudo apartment upstairs while we finish the studio so we have a sanctuary in the chaos. I just don’t think we anticipated the feeling of seeing our stuff scattered into this new arrangement and still having WAY more room than we’ll ever need. We didn’t anticipate the layout in the bedroom actually working pretty well (minus the weird TV placement and the dead outlets in the half wall.) We didn’t anticipate the tension of sitting in an old building that we own listening to the creaks during our first rain storm and hoping we don’t find a leak somewhere.
I know these are just realities of moving. I’m just not sure we accounted for these things in our plans… in our dreams of owning the firehouse. We’re slowly getting our bearings, pulling things we need out of boxes, setting up as much of an oasis as we can, and cleaning (lots of cleaning.)
This post isn’t meant to come across as a pity party. This blog is equal public space and firehouse diary for us. I want to make sure we remember these first few weird days when we look back at how far we’ve come.