And I still own the house. I still have no clue what I’m doing, and it is abundantly clear that I have made some very poor life choices (I’m turning 44 in a couple of weeks, if I hadn’t made some poor life choices at this point, I would be disappointed). I’m not sure the house is one of them, though. There was a moment in July when I received a notice of a court date, and I was realizing just how involved this renovation project would be that I was sure I had made a huge and terrible mistake, but for the most part, I’ve been able to roll with it. So far. July might still have held the right emotion, but I choose to think it was a temporary (albeit new) low.
My goal for this weekend is to post a bunch of posts about the various parts of this process and where I highly recommend that you do as I say and NOT as I did. Consider this the cautionary tale portion of the journey.
La Marmite de Chocolat 