I know. I know! Moi?? Without something to say? Stop. The. Presses.
But yeah, even the most chatty of people sometimes choose to stay silent for a bit. It is not that I was unusually introspective -- considering that I am unusually introspective on a regular basis -- but that I simply focused a lot more on my life in action in the last year or two, as opposed to in reflection.
And there was a lot of action and adventure that happened: I entered the dating world again (yikes!), finally started doing yoga again (yikes!), started seriously exploring my food issues/sensitivities/allergies (yikes!), and even started writing professionally again (yikes!). But the biggest adventure of all, is that I am starting a new construction project.
Yep. Apparently I did not learn my lesson from my beloved Murphy's Cabin, and I have signed up to do it all over again: I am closing today on an historic cabin located in the heart of the small town I live in, which will eventually be my primary residence once the work is completed.
Yep. You read that right. Historic. Code word in the construction biz for "not built to code, and potentially a lot of headaches, hoops to jump through, and money, money. money."
Dollar signs galore in fact. Already had a few, despite not yet having closed.... As sent my contractor over there this week to fix some "small" electrical and plumbing issues for the current tenant. And got this text from him:
Discovered serious electrical hazard in the one junction box, so glad i noticed, wires were starting to melt, someone did horrible job connecting wiresLe sigh. Ca-ching, ca-ching, ca-ching.
But seriously, could you resist this???
|View from the back balcony|
|Back of Cabin|
|Creek that runs through the backyard.|
For those of you who know me well, you know that there was literally no way of me resisting this place. History, charm, and running water? Stick a fork in me, I am done!
Of course, nothing was easy -- apparently a lot of other people felt the exact same way. That said, I had this sense of "que sera, sera" throughout the entire process. I just strongly felt that the place was supposed to be mine, and it would somehow work out. Somehow being the operative word: despite losing amidst multiple bids, I was sure it would still somehow work out. Then the cabin somehow came back on the market when the other buyer backed out. And, despite there being multiple bids again, somehow I was again sure it would work out, and miraculously I won.
Apparently, my yoga mantra of "letting go" is sinking in -- I let it all go, and just trusted that it would in fact somehow work out. And somehow it did.
Needless to say, this new project has inspired me -- and I think it might kickstart my desire to write again. We shall see!
Either way, cheers to Murphys' Cabin Take II, cheers to a new project, and cheers to a new adventure!