Labor of love, or the love of labor?

It has now been almost 6 years since we moved back into the old family farmhouse. I think what I love the most about it is that no matter how many improvements, how many changes, it never stops being nostalgically “home”.  What I mean is, no matter how many modern improvements or additions that we perform, it never feels any different than that same place I grew up.

This is the beginning of a new year, and with it comes new plans, new goals, new clichés about “new year, new me”, complete with insincere resolutions. Ariel and I have a twist on it though. For some years now, we have come together on our everything anniversary and not only set a major goal for ourselves for the upcoming year, but we also set a goal for each other. So starting the year off, we end up with two major goals to complete, one that we really want to accomplish, and one that the other really wants accomplished. Typically, the self made goal is some adjustment to routine or habit, or personality-wise.

This year, my personal goal was to clean out the basement 100%. It has, without doubt, been the most neglected area of the entire house. I have moved things around as I repaired plumbing, electrical or networking, but never gave it a real shot at getting it taken care of. But, this is the year! And if my personal resolution wasn’t enough, I have now penned it here as a declaration of determination!

Here is what I am up against:

basement pic
No big deal right?

I am, however, armed with the motivation of a new year, and a dumpster, so it’s gonna happen!

 

In the right hand corner of the picture is the table where the food preservation station will be, and in the bottom right is the old sink which is not plumbed. So those two I would like to tackle first.

In spite of my years of procrastination, I am really looking forward to doing it this year. And not just getting it done, but actually doing it. Seeing the progress as I go.

Wish me luck!

 

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