About three years ago, on this here blog, I talked about how desperately our bathrooms needed a renovation. Actually, I think I first mentioned a reno about five years ago, but hey, who’s tracking these things? Nobody, that’s who. That’s part of my problem.
I’ve realised that I procrastinate about renovating for many reasons:
- There are too many decisions to make that I just don’t care about (which taps, which door knobs, which doors, etc)
- Conversely, there are too many decisions to make that I care too much about (which tiles, which windows, which layout, etc)
- Also, I like too many different styles and can’t choose just one (although I have narrowed it down to a Hamptons meets Industrial kind of vibe)
- Plus, the idea of having to add another thing to my to do list (and it will be many, many, many things) is overwhelming
- Add my struggles to not add more crap to the environmental issues of the world – having enough, living small, all the things
- Most of all, I am stingy and don’t want to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars when I’m living just fine as it is thank you very much
That actually leads me to another reason, and I think it’s the biggest reason of all:
I know a renovation won’t make me any happier than I already am.
That’s not to say that I am a wildly happy person all the time (I am not), but rather to point out that I am not the kind of person who believes that things buy happiness. New bathrooms, kitchen, extra space, etc will just be nice.
I disagree with myself, of course. I actually disagree with myself all the time (do you do that?), but in this instance I am rather adamant. I know that after nine years (NINE) living in our home and just about as many putting off sprucing her up, she’s a mere one burnt out car in the front yard away from being embarrassing. I know that an extra bedroom, living space and a bathroom upstairs will change the way my kids live. I know that finally getting some light downstairs will make me feel good. A new kitchen, which, yes, functionally acting pretty much just like the old kitchen, will feel clean and fresh. And rebuilding the upstairs deck that is so rotted that we won’t let the kids step out on it – well, that will be super nice.
So, finally, amazingly, the actual renovation begins. Not the ‘thinking about’ renovation. Not the ‘planning for’ renovation. The actual renovation. We’re up to plans-into-the-council stage and are pretty much committed to selling Max in order to pay for everything. So, renovation is GO. It’s so bloody daunting I can hardly type, but I do know that once you set the ball rolling, things start to click along pretty well. I’ve reached the point where the only motivation I need to actually do this renovation is the idea that once it’s done I can stop procrastinating about it.
That’s a good enough reason, isn’t it?
Have you ever renovated? Did you find it daunting? Did the lack of detail about how you DO IT drive you nuts as well?