I’d love to say, “Because it’s just a walk in the park!”, which would be great if everything always went according to plan. But as you probably know, life has a way of throwing us curve balls, and sometimes, we’re doing some throwing of our own.
I enjoy hiking as my primary form of exercise, and try to get out at least twice a week. If you live in the Bay Area, you know that we’ve had a lot of rain this winter, which translates to a lot of mud on the trails. Compound that with the fact that in the winter and spring, we get to share our regional parks with lots of cattle. Hiking in the parks these days can be more than a little challenging. My hiking buddy and I have been mostly limiting our hikes to one park that has a trail that’s primarily gravel. So, we were out on our usual route today, when I suggested we mix it up a bit. Seeing as how it was a pretty decent day, and we had lots of time, and I had a handy dandy PDF of the trail map on my iPhone, what could go wrong? Well, we slogged through the mud, climbing higher up in the park, and the trail got fainter and more vague. Then, I slipped in a cow pie, and promptly fell on my butt, wrenching my knee in the process. At this point we were about 4 miles from where the car was parked, up high in the park with a nearly non-existent trail and a bum knee.
So, back to the remodeling project….sometimes you’re about halfway through the job, your kitchen, for all practical purposes is non-existent, you haven’t prepared or eaten a decent meal in weeks, and you wondered why you ever started this mess in the first place. Everything may be going along exactly as planned, but if just feels like it’s taking forever because you’re sick of living with the mess. Or, maybe like my idea to try a new trail, you threw your own curve ball into the job (“as long as the contractor is here and everything is torn up anyway, let’s________”. Fill in the blank. Add some skylights, replace all the flooring in the house at the same time, …..
Meanwhile, what has happened to the intrepid hikers? Well, once we had lost the trail, we had been trudging for quite a while up a hill through the mud, and had no desire to re-trace our steps. We could see a wider trail far below, so we had to totter (or in my case, limp) down a steep rutted hill to a muddy (of course!) trail, cross a creek a couple of times, and eventually we found ourselves on a familiar route that headed back to the car.
So, rest assured that your torn up space will being to take on the familiar appearance of a kitchen, or bath, as the case may be. Cabinets and appliances, or other fixtures appear, counters are installed, and you will begin to feel like the end is in sight, and has all been worth it in the long run.