Holes and dust and disruptions, oh my!
As those of you who follow me on Twitter likely already know, from my string of rather despondent tweets, Mr. Speedy and I are in the midst of bringing the electrical up to code in our new house.
We figured that it would be best to tackle the knob and tube (along with a few other small and not-so-small problems) right when we moved in, so we could get the major disruptions all out of the way at once.
So we moved, barely unpacked, and, first thing Monday morning, I started to watch the guys from Powerhouse Electric cut holes in my new and oh-so-pretty walls.
The living room wall, shown, is really only a minor intrusion, but it's hit me the hardest because a) How lucky was I to inherit this great wallpaper from the previous owners? And b) I watched them do it, which somehow makes it feel so much worse!
While I knew moving and starting a major project within three days of taking possession would be exhausting and stressful, I don't think I was entirely prepared for the emotional toll — we finally own our own home, and we celebrated it by cutting many, many holes in the walls! It's a bit of a roller coaster.
Despite a bit of stress, and maybe a few tears, I logically know we've still gotten off pretty lucky. We'll soon have peace of mind (and make our insurance company happy) as the home will now be up to code, we added a few more outlets for convenience, and, despite one of the guys saying our place was one of the hardest jobs he'd even done (patchwork renos, combined with a flat roof and misaligned walls meant they had to get pretty creative in running the new wire) the progress has been swift, clean, and as painless as such things can be. We may even finish early!