Tomorrow marks our one-year anniversary in our lake house.
The more I think about this anniversary, the clearer I see that making our lake house into a home isn’t much different than any other faithsizing journey any of us are on.
At a glance, the lake house appears as though little has changed:
- We still have not replaced the 60-year-old, single-paned windows that sweat or their sills that mold.
- We still only have insulation and 1/8″ plywood stapled to framing for a ceiling.
- We still have the same dark, wood plank walls that absorb all light that dares to try and enter the front room. And because the overhead electrical work is incomplete, we still function solely by lamplight when the sun goes down (or before it comes up).
- We still need new sheetrock, texture and trim in the bathroom around the shower-tub inset, not to mention the incomplete trim work and lifting linoleum.
- We still need to replace the preschool-sized toilet with its deep stains and seat held slightly askew by rusty bolts.
- We still need to tear out the cracked floor tiles posing as kitchen countertops, along with all the crumbling grout around it.
- We still need to patch the ridiculous number of gaping, unfixed holes we inherited in the lake house’s walls and closet ceilings.
- We still need to look into different air conditioning options, but for now our front unit smells like a sour blend of old man’s armpits and gym socks when first turned on.
From the look of this list, which is just a smidgeon of the growing number of things needing work, it doesn’t feel we’ve come far.
If I focus ONLY on the above — what’s left to accomplish (the end goal), it might be difficult to get excited about our year anniversary.
It might be difficult to believe we will ever reach our goals with this place.
It might be difficult to understand why we made the choice to buy this lake house.