Husband recently went to San Francisco for a three-day conference on angel investing. Yes, he found this exciting. I was excited, too. But, for completely different reasons. Besides having the bed and the remote control all to myself for several days, it also meant I had a big chunk of time to take another giant step in Operation Townhouse Transformation (OTT).
It took me four years of marriage, but I finally got the hang of this change thing. If you want something different, you shouldn’t always wait for the other person to agree. You should just do it.
For the first three years I pretty much waited for agreement. As a long-time single person, I was used to doing things on my own time. But, when I got married, I didn’t think I got to anymore. No wonder the frustration mounted. All that waiting for agreement that was never going to happen.
But, finally, last year sometime I had the Big Ephipany. What was I waiting for? Don’t like something? Go for it.
So, we I began OTT. We I started with painting. (Goodbye red kitchen.) Then, a new terrace and new furniture.
Last week? A professional organizer. A new closet system was installed. And, then while Husband was talking about money in San Francisco last week, I was spending it. On more organization in the garage.
If you get married for the first time after age 40, expect a LOT of stuff to enter your life. All at once. In truckloads. Hence, our garage overflowing.
Before the grand reorganization.
After.
Our professional organizer said she knew it wouldn’t take too long to tackle this space after meeting me. (I secretly believe she thought this because Husband was going out of town.)
It only took two days, two full-car trips to Goodwill, 14 large garbage bags full of trash, two full-car trips to the recycling center, and a strong case of “Just Having Enough!” to make it work. I made decisions with lightening speed. Enough of the stuff.
Husband, had he been here, however, would have probably wanted to keep those strange pieces of wood that were stacked under the tool bench. After all, they were good pieces of wood! And, the old kitchen fluorescent light that no one in their right mind would put back up. Oh, and what about those boxes of old presentations about companies that even doesn’t exist anymore? And, let us not forget the sacred jars of screw, nails and unidentifiable bits of metal?
Some of it remained. But, some of it? Well, let’s just say it’s someone else’s turn to enjoy all that chaos.
We’re remodeling the kitchen next. I wonder when Husband is going out of town again…
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