Pausing the rush

It has been non stop, full on for the last twelve months, right from the moment we decided to sell up and leave the village that was to have been our forever home. That simple decision had us searching the internet at a time when very few suitable properties were on offer but then, quite unexpectedly, we found one we liked. Our offer was accepted almost immediately so we had to move quickly to start  selling our Carradale home. As it turned out this too happened quickly. The To-Do lists grew longer and longer - removers, services, packing - then there's the horrible business of deciding what to take, what to leave, what to sell and what to throw out.

Looking back we try not to dwell too much on the moving day mishaps but suffice to say we landed.

Most people might think that having moved in and unpacked then it would be time to relax, to slow down, time to become acquainted with the neighbours, to explore locally, to learn where the nearby footpaths might take us, all these things done gradually. But this wasn't how we did it. We knew, right from the start, that we would want to change so much about the house we had just bought and that for some of those changes we would need professional help. But involvement with outside contractors meant that we would be tied to their timetable, one that may not fit our own. In an ideal world one might expect to know weeks or even months in advance when work would start, but this is not the world we inhabit. In our world we awake every morning expecting to receive the vital call giving us a start date for one project or another. We dare not go away, holidays are off the agenda, even leaving the house to go shopping is risky. But the call doesn't come. It becomes a mental challenge with no resolution. So we throw ourselves into changing the bits we can do ourselves, right until our physical endurance runs out. I soon realise that I have lost weight, my body tissue having been eaten away by all the physical stuff, hacking away at the bits of house we don't want, moving things from place to place (then sometimes back again), digging up unwanted plants in the garden and hacking back others, the list goes on. A whole three kilogrammes of weight has disappeared from my body. Lost forever?

Morning view from our window

Then finally the end that has been scarcely in sight for so long arrives and suddenly something changes. The list of outsider jobs comes to an end. This does not mean we have finished doing everything we wanted to do to the house, far from it, but it does mean that we are now responsible for and can control the future timetable ourselves, stop and start when we want, even go away and leave the house without worrying that we might miss something. We can get our lives back.

It takes time to adjust to this, however, particularly as the weather outside is un-summer-like. The threat from sudden downpours has us checking the sky every time we go out. 

"That dark cloud looks a little threatening...do we need coats?"

Rainbows come and go like buses (they are never there when you want to photograph them) and the heatwaves that seem to be plaguing the rest of the world have missed Scotland.

We soon realise that summer weather on its own is not the simple cure we seek. We must make a mental adjustment to change from domestic project to chill-out mode. We have a house, it works, so we just have to accept and live with it's temporary imperfections. There's no rush.

Time to replace those lost kilos perhaps.

Evening view from another window

All this is easy to say, of course, but the words 'chill out' are not part of our vocabulary. The kitchen ceiling is done so why not start on the floor? But hold on...we can't replace the flooring without dismantling the kitchen units and ripping out the sink. This is beginning to sound like another big project.