I’m sitting here trying to find a way to turn this whole house debacle into deep and meaningful analogy, but I’m exhausted, and the words aren’t coming.
There’s no need to bore you with the entire sordid story, so I’ll just say this: if these repairs don’t solve the problem, it might be time to light a match and walk away. (I’m entirely kidding, of course.)
So I guess the analogy is that sometimes things look really, really bad before they get better. These holes in the floor and the dust and debris that I spent the day cleaning up are all parts of the solution. Sometimes it can be difficult to imagine the end result, but in about 4 months, hopefully, this place will be transformed, and I won’t feel like I’m living in a construction zone anymore. And maybe it will finally look like a home again. Optimism makes most things palatable.
And sometimes things don’t resolve themselves as quickly as we’d like. This whole process has taken almost 3 years. The foundation was lifted once. Smaller holes were drilled. Cracks were repaired. The foundation was lifted again. More and more cracks were repaired. Now that this is the “last” lift, previous cracks have reappeared and new cracks have opened up, and those will be repaired, too. Patience is required for sanity.
It’s a good thing optimism and patience are renewable resources!