We Are Wired!

Electrical panels

In the last few weeks, the house we are building has seen a lot of activity. As a result, there is now a lock on the door, which my husband and I discovered one Sunday when we went to inspect. It took a flurry of phone calls to get the code so we could go inside.

What’s been happening?

Dining area – mostly swept

The electrical wiring has been roughed in. The internet and television cable wiring (low voltage, I think it’s called) is installed. But nothing powers either system yet. We have plumbing (including faucets for the washer and dryer) and two bathtubs, but no water.

When I took the pictures in this post, the upstairs had been swept and looked pretty good, but the basement was still a disaster area. Or a construction zone, to use better terminology. But by the next day, the basement had also been cleaned up.

Master bedroom – window seat framed

The kitchen island is not there yet, nor any of the cabinets. But the window seat in the master bedroom is framed, and I can sit on its two-by-four support and stare out the window at the view of the golf course.

Every few days now, I go to the lot to see what progress has been made. When I’m there, I sit on that two-by-four window seat, if only to remind myself why we’re doing this, why we’re going through all the hassles of building. Because I still love the view.

It’s been almost a year now since I first saw the lot—I first traipsed through the weeds that then occupied the premises in early June 2018. So I’ve seen almost all the seasons now, and the view is gorgeous every month of the year. I fell in love with it in the full bloom of last summer. I smiled at the colors in the trees across the fairway in the fall. It was serene in winter with snow covering the golf course (though it was muddy on our lot—that will change once it’s sodded). And now the spring is turning everything alive again.

So when I’m struggling with casings and crowns, when I can’t find ADA-compliant pocket door hardware to fit our doors, and when the prices of all the little changes we’re making begin to add up, I think of sitting in that window seat and staring out the window. In less than four months, it should all be over, and I will be able to enjoy the view daily.

It will be worth it, I hope.

The view from the window seat

When have you anticipated a change and hoped for the best?