A year ago I laid on the disgusting, paint-covered carpet that was to be torn out tomorrow morning and cried about paintbrushes and Taupe TeePee and frog tape. I threatened to stab my eye out with the bristle ends of a paint brush if I saw another spot that needed touch-ups.
A year ago we collapsed into bed in our blue and white master bedroom and sighed that we'd done it, we'd bought a house, torn out a kitchen wall, painted a vaulted ceiling and replaced floors. We'd done it and we hadn't died.
The last year has held many lessons, many lessons that, thankfully, came with laughing and a glass of wine and not TOO much out of our wallets (minus that one time Jason tore the garage door off the tracks or that other time when I fried our Verizon box). Either way, I wouldn't take a moment of this time and space back.
Hopefully you can learn a thing or two from our mistakes or few:
A year ago, we thought we were done, and now, a year later, we know this adventure that's home ownership has barely just begun.