When did things get so quiet?

I am astounded by how quiet my new home is. The 2′ thick insulation in our exterior walls certainly contributes to the quiet in this house, but it doesn’t account for it all.

Side note: I already miss the sound of rain on the roof. It was a very noticeable sound in the magic bus, yet the ceiling is so well insulated here that it has to be a really heavy downpour to catch my attention now.

I’m also still not hearing much of anything on my right side. The quiet in this home is much more than that, though.

The window unit air conditioner Rude Ass installed for us is really really quiet. The fart fan in the bathroom is effective without making much noise at all. The fridge doesn’t hum like the one in the RV; the only sound we get from it most of the time is ice cubes clattering down into the bin. The clothes washer makes more noise when it swings to me as I press buttons than it does while its actually washing clothes. The tankless hot water heater makes some noise, but only when something is needing hot water and even then it’s fairly quiet. I hadn’t given this much thought until I started my new dishwasher for the first time ever

and could barely hear the damn thing running.

Side note: it’s weird to have a full size dishwasher after several years of that mini dishwasher in the magic bus. I actually have room in the dishwasher for full-sized plates plus food storage containers plus coffee mugs plus dishes plus flatware… you get the picture.

I’m enjoying the quiet. The RV was noisy, and Sunshine is noisy, and Mollie is often very noisy. This week, with Sunshine out of town has been almost preternaturally quiet and it all seems surreal.

All of this quiet and all of this space have gotten me to thinking. All those cramped years in the RV really helped me learn what is truly important to me and what I can live without. I’ve come to see a clothes washer and a full sized dishwasher and a 5-burner stove as luxury items. Who needs Swarovski-encrusted cabinet pulls when simply having a full-sized dishwasher feels luxurious? Who needs a “Sex & The City” style shoe closet when simply having all one’s clothing & shoes in one central location is the most amazing feeling ever after 6 years of digging through at least 4 separate compartments to get dressed?

My mom saw some pictures of the interior of our house and asked why we didn’t make it bigger. As soon as the words had escaped her mouth, she realized how silly that sounded to someone who had just spent 6 years of her life in slightly less that 250 square feet of RV. We had a good laugh over it, and she just listened to me ramble on about how much SPACE I had now(and how Sunshine is probably going to try and fill every cubic centimeter of it with gack).

I don’t know where I’m going with this, I just know I feel very serene and grateful in this moment, and wanted to share it with you, my dear readers who manage to find ways to comment on my navel-gazing drool-inducing drivel. Thank you for being part of my journey!

Final note: Rude Ass change my name in the contact information in his phone today, and made me text him this morning so he could hear his phone announcing “message from Change Order”. I feel honored to have earned a permanent nickname by adding a cabinet over the refrigerator (to prevent dust from collecting up there).

Now, I just have to figure out what to store in it. We’ve already decided we’re ok with filling the island cabinets with toilet paper and shoes, maybe I should move my canning pots out of the pink house laundry room?

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Free range yoga

I’ve been in the new place for about a week now. It isn’t finished, but um already enjoying the benefits of my new home.

Today, I did some yoga (for the first time in two weeks or so)

And I didn’t have to move furniture!

Ignore that small piece of furniture randomly sitting in the middle of the floor on the right. I meant to move it to the barn today but completely forgot because

I got distracted by how much space I had to do yoga.

Well, at least that’s what happened after Rude Ass finished the conduit runs for the Cat6 cable for the internet.

Side note: I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything that Rude Ass can’t do

So there’s your sneak peak at the entertainment center in use. One of these days, the place will be finished and I’ll upload a video tour. Until then, sneak peak pics will have to suffice.

Progress!

I have internet at home again! No more sitting on a bench inside Walmart using their free wifi, no more posting from inside a 12-step meeting, no more sitting on Mr B’s deck stealing his wifi, no more trying to get a signal at work (that metal roof is murder on a cellphone signal).

Yesterday, the gas company delivered a tank and some propane, so I now have hot water and I can use the stove. Not that I really want to cook anything, its fucking hot outside and hot food just sounds so unfun to prepare. However, it is nice to be able to use my percolator for my morning coffee again. The drop coffeemaker was a life-saver, but it’s time to send it to a new home. DaRule needs a coffeemaker and we happen to have an almost new one!

Rude Ass has been finishing up lots of little projects this week. The stove is now level (the floor is not), the toe-kicks have been added to the kitchen cabinets, the drain lines have been installed in anticipation of septic system install (hopefully soon), the coffee table is finished, the bookshelf for my craft stash is in place…

I think Mollie is adjusting to a new home quicker than I am. I’m still having trouble believing that it’s real. I’ve completely moved all of our kitchen stuff from the RV, and I’m not anywhere close to filling up all of these cabinets! And my fridge looks so empty even though it’s got a week’s worth of food in it! I even moved all of Sunshine’s meat processing stuff down to the new house and could probably still fit half a Walmart in my kitchen cabinets.

I’ve slowly started putting things away, but you’d never know it to look around right now. I had to empty my craft stash so Rude Ass could fix my bookshelf, and it’s still scattered from here to Kingdom Come.

Side note: I have no idea where Kingdom Come is, but my mom always talked about it when talking about big messes. It seems appropriate, since it looks a bit like the apocalypse happened in my house.

Sunshine is out of town this week, which is making it easier to organize stuffs. I think it’s making it harder to wrap my mind around this being our new house, though. It feels like something is missing, I think.

Some day soon, I’ll post pictures of the new house, but not today. It’s a total fucking disaster in here right now and it’s making me twitch. I gotta go clean it!

Final note: I’ll have an interview with Mr B going up soon. If you have any questions for him, let me know so I can get them added in.

Radio silence

We got too hot in the magic bus, what with only one air conditioner and this heatwave, so we moved down the hill to the new house. With no functioning kitchen or bathroom. We are waiting for the tech genius to come make internet happen in the new house, we’re taking cold showers, and we’re eating a lot of cereal and calling it food.

Lots and lots of things have happened this week, and it’s very exciting even though it’s frustrating to have to hike up the hill to an un-air-conditioned RV whenever I gotta poop.

We have a gutter to channel rain away from our foundation slab. Rude Ass built me some custom floating shelves in the closet for all my shoes and work clothes. The gas company is scheduled to deliver a tank & fill it on Tuesday so we can take hot showers and cook with the stove. And we got our countertops chosen and installed (Brazilian granite).

I apologize for going radio silent, and I promise I’ll catch up on all of your blogs as I can when I’m in town and have a decent 4G signal. I’m actually posting this from the inside of a 12 step meeting, which means I’m probably missing a message I need to hear, so I’m just going to drop these photos on you as a teaser of the full photo dumps that will be coming sometime in the future.

Thank you all for the support as I’ve been navigating this construction process. You guys have been there to listen to me scream into the void, you’ve wiped my tears as I cried in frustration, and you’ve laughed with me at the misadventures along the way (that are most certainly not over). Hugs and kisses to you all!

Its starting to look like a kitchen!

The cabinets are installed, they have been wrapped with reclaimed wood, and have been mostly clearcoated.

Obligatory pic of Rude Ass’s ass

We also have our plans for the septic system. Mr B is working on getting them approved by the county so we can get it installed. Which means that there is an end in sight and I’ll actually be able to USE that kitchen someday!

I’m squealing like a girl

My cabinets are here!

Claus has been hard at work for a while now.

I’d say the results are worth the wait.

They’re installing them as I type this post from my perch behind the counter at work and I’m having a hard time stopping myself from telling the boss that “I’m just not feeling it today”.

Soon it will be time to make a final decision on countertops. I really want quartz, but I’m not sure if I can talk Sunshine into it.

It’s the little things

With the cabinets inching towards completion, it was time to pick door pulls. We found some leather ones at IKEA, and liked them very much.

However, I got to thinking. There had to be a small business here murica that made this sort of thing. So I went to my go-to place for all things artisanal and unique. Etsy. I found 3Twenty Leatherworks and loved this design:

The shop offered a discount for large orders, so I started a conversation with them. John was very helpful, and was able to take a description of our home (shabby rustic) and help me select from his leather options. He also agreed to make matching drawer pulls similar to these

but in my bicolor design.

Side note: This post may be sounding like a sponsored post or something. I assure you it is not. I’m posting this because I’m telling the story behind my cabinet pulls. It’s a fairly well established fact that I love the stories behind things. The stories foster connections, and being connected is part of what’s important to me. It’s also important to me that people receive credit for their work, whether it’s a cabinet pull or a photograph of a cabinet pull, and the easiest way to do that is just link to the shop I bought from when I use their listing photo in my blob.

My order arrived this week, and it’s making me so impatient.

They’re going to look so good on my cabinets!

As we sit here in a holding pattern, I’m having to really bask in the little things so I don’t lose my rabid ass mind. Sometimes, it’s the little things that make the biggest difference.