I am becoming settled, but today I am simply weary. All the weeks of excitement and unpacking, that sense of being somehow unmoored, the frustrations of nesting and organizing -- I suppose all this activity has taken its toll, and I just want to sink into a stupor.
At least I have some basic, functional spaces to call home. The kitchen is functional. I have a place to sit and eat. I have a cozy place to sit and watch tv or knit, although I don't yet have suitable lighting for reading on the sofa at night. But the progress feels good, and it is perhaps time to take. little break from constantly unpacking and reconfiguring. With minor adjustments, the place is beginning to work.
The round bookcase in the photo, has been taken to be repaired as it was broken during the move. That is why the books are on the floor. I suppose life is never fully settled.
Demolition began at the house this week.
The exciting news is that we found a doorway! This is the wall that was hidden behind cabinets in the kitchen sunroom. It was once the outside wall of the house. That gap was a doorway into the dining room, exactly where I was hoping to cut out a new doorway. It is not so much the savings that excites me, although it does, because I am sure the labor and cost of cutting the doorway will be eaten up by some other unanticipated expense, but by the fact that the door was there originally, as if even though I am adding onto and changing the house, I am also rediscovering and restoring something lost.