I’ve struggled to write this week, simply because the stress of the build has consumed my life. I haven’t felt like writing, or searching for radiators, or looking for kitchen tiles, or speaking to contractors who disconnect your toilet and then don’t call you until 10 pm to see if you’ve noticed. I haven’t wanted anything to do with this damn build. Can you tell I’m feeling sorry for myself? My partner says I’m acting like a spoiled brat (and maybe I am) but having to pee in a bucket in your hallway is humiliating. So unfortunately for you lot, that’s the crux of it for today.
I will leave you with this. You will also feel this way at some point and it is going to suck. You’re going to wonder whether it was worth it to undergo so much turmoil. You’re going to question whether the financial burden is going to pay off in the long run. You’re going to wish that you’d sold the damn thing and moved on into a new build. You’re going to warn everyone against home ownership and suggest that if they go down the garden path they only purchase a new build. You’re going to roll your eyes when someone tells you it is going to be okay.
At some point, you’re going to realize that your partner forgot to pick up the candy bar you bought that night (to make yourself feel better) and you’re going to get so irrationally angry that you’re not going to speak to him/her for the rest of the night. Or some variation of that story.
I have been told that this will pass. And so I’m holding my breath. And if you’re there with me, you should too!