Words cannot express how happy I am that we finally bit the bullet and remodeled the house. While I’m happy about all of the projects that we tackled, the kitchen renovation was definitely the most satisfying. It was kind of like breaking up with that long-term boyfriend who’s kind of a scrub but is perfectly nice and so you just stay with them for waaaaay longer than you ever expected, but then you come to your senses and dump them and suddenly you’re swept away by a partner who actually meets all of your needs, even the ones you didn’t know you had.
Am I a little too in love with our new kitchen? Perhaps.
2016 was a year that I would never want to revisit, but man it sure did encourage me to grow up.
Not gonna lie, I probably cried more this year than any since I was a hormone-riddled-boy-crazy teenager. But in spite of all the challenges, a lot of good came out of it too.
A Few Reasons Why 2016 Didn’t Totally Suck
After years of hand-wringing about our finances, we finally bit the bullet and renovated the house. We have a dishwasher! And a kitchen with an intuitive layout! What a concept!
I perfected my hustle and became self-employed and ended up making more money than I ever have before while working ~25 hours/week.
I’ve never considered myself an organized person, but this year I proved myself wrong. My time management skills are OFF THE HOOK! I never missed a deadline, even when we were back-and-forth to DC nearly every day while Bruce was in the hospital. I’m the queen of analog calendars and to-do lists. So long as I write it down, I can accomplish anything!
Conrad and I were able to love and support each other even through the most trying times. We strengthened and deepened our relationship in really incredible ways. It’s pretty amazing to be part of a relationship that’s based on a deep appreciation for each other. We both know how lucky we are and I am so grateful for the strong foundation that we built for our marriage this year.
I gained a ton of self-confidence in my professional abilities. I’ve always had pretty low self-esteem when it comes to work and this year I’ve learned that I do bring a lot to the table, I have a valuable skill-set, and I know how to make clients happy. Turns out that living through the worst can really bring out the best in you.
Bruce passed away on Saturday. His health continued to rollercoaster in the weeks since my last post and then everything suddenly took a turn for the worse on Thursday. In the end we had to make the difficult decision to take him off of life support.
His passing was peaceful. He was surrounded by love. It was the right decision. Still, it was incredibly hard.
Remember when I said that I got my hair cut on a whim first thing when we got to Pennsylvania? Well, it wasn’t exactly the best cut I’ve ever had. To be fair, the stylist did a really great job executing the cut, it’s just that the look was a little too Kate Gosselin for me. My style is already leaning toward Urban Hipster Mom so I didn’t want to veer toooooo far into middle-aged territory, and sadly the blunt bob lines definitely crossed that line.
We did it! We signed our remodeling contract! Starting on Monday, our house will officially be renovated! I mean, it won’t all be done on Monday. But the dumpster hath arrived and we are ready to begin tearing shit down.
After the panic attack of putting down the deposit passed, I started to get really excited. Our house won’t be garbage anymore! We’ll be able to have legal renters! Maybe we’ll actually be able to sell our house one day!
Last week I unexpectedly got to cross off one of the items on my summer bucketlist when I had the chance to go to Maine with my dad and my sisters, Libby and Arlene.
August 8th would’ve been my grandmother’s 93rd birthday and we had the opportunity to spend that weekend at her house in Lovell. It was great and very sad and heavy and grief is such a strange thing, isn’t it?