So this was a bit odd.
I think, honestly, even after a year and a half we're still in a bit of shock over the whole thing. I was saying to my mom yesterday how there's still a phantom house in my mind-- our old house-- that some part of me thinks that we're headed back there.... seeing this new house is sometimes, well, overwhelming. Wonderfully overwhelming, don't get me wrong, but it's funny when emotions bubble up to the surface that you're not expecting. Another thing I said to my mom is that with each step of this progress I've felt a weight lift off my shoulders that I didn't even know I had been carrying around. Seeing the hardwood floors... wow, big weight lifted. It looks more and more like a real house.
View into the kitchen/dining/family room.
I don't even know what else to write except: wow. I really would have been fine living in the glorified tree house (before the sheet rock was even put up) this, now, is like beyond beyond. I can't imagine what I'm going to feel when the kitchen starts going in (on Monday!!!) or the tile.... or paint or, my goodness, when our furniture actually goes in.
We're headed over to the house now-- our builders have been there since seven am. They are hanging interior doors and trim. Then we're heading down to the soapstone yard to hopefully actually pick our slab. I should have lots of photos to post this evening....