Tonight I was sitting here, not sure what to work on for my blog, Thrift Diving, and decided to go back over my old posts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole. I got lost in the past and reminiscing about when we bought our old house and how excited I was.
Then dismayed at the problems and costs to fix everything that was wrong. And the naivety. We had no idea what we were getting into.
But there was a few things clear tonight: as much as I am not totally in love with this house, it houses our spirits. We have grown in this house. We have learned so much. We have hugged our kids here, bathed them, laughed, screamed, chased each other, and welcomed each other home every day. Heck, even played hide-and-go-seek here!
As much as it has its problems, it’s still home.
It’s still where we welcomed Kojo. The only place he knows to be home. For any of them, really, since they’re all too young to remember the condo (although Kwabena vaguely remembers).
And tonight I started thinking about my blog.
I thought about the blog book that I made for the kids, copying and pasting all my family blog posts into a 400-page book (that Kwabena has already read, might I add…). And the next thing I know, I started copying and pasting my blog posts into a Word document, with the intention of copying this and giving it to them, just like the other book.
I realized that the story of our home is one that’s so important for them to know. It’s how we found this house, how we searched for it, how we argued about it, how it looked before we moved in, how it looked after I spent years and years working on it.
I want that to be the story that gets told: how we turned this house into a home.
And that is what I will do for Thrift Diving: tell our story, work on the projects that transform our house and not just are posted to get pageviews. And I will inspire others to let their homes tell their story, too.
I will write a new book for my kids: the story of their house.
The story of where they grew up. The story of how I transformed this old house into a place we can all be proud of and enjoy.
So begins the story of our house.
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