Apologies for the hiatus. Life happened… a 200 hr. Yoga Teacher Training happened, a quick consulting job for me, plus mini vacations and school transitions…
But I think I’m ready to get back on track!
I suppose I should have written this post first before anything else. A little glimpse into my life with a family of four in a 1,200 SF house. Here’s how we have been living in the “shoe-box” for the past 10+ years.
Our house was first constructed in the 1920’s. There were some illegal additions and renovations in the 1970’s, mainly the living unit above the garage. For the first 5 years or so, (waaaay before children were even a figment of our imaginations) we had tenants in the rear illegal unit. First, a nice single guy in the aerospace industry who “came with” the property when we bought the place in November of 2003. When he got married and moved out, we rented it to a newly-wed couple with whom we are friends with ’til this day. After our renter friends moved into their new house, my husband used the 2 room space as his home office. To this day, it’s still his home office with a few modifications.
When our second son arrived in March of 2015, we moved all our beds up into this space. It’s a weird scenario because the unit is completely detached from the main house at the rear of the property. Great as a rental or an office, but majorly awkward when you try to use it as an integral part of everyday living… Therefore rain or shine, our nighttime ritual looks a bit like this: bathe the children, go outside through a converted closet, climb a flight of rickety stairs, and put the kids to bed. It’s annoying as $h–, but it works for now. This arrangement also frees up the back room in our 2-room “main” house for the kids. “What? An entire half of your already tiny hole-in-the-wall is dedicated to the children?!?!” Yes. Yes it is… I admit it’s pathetic that an entire 1/2 of the main structure is devoted to the children and their comfort, but such is life at the moment.
It’s tight and super awkward right? Now you can plainly see exactly why building a new house is such an exciting prospect for us. 3 floors of space. It’s still going to be small, but so much more than what we currently live with.
Basically, I am constantly giddy because I am constantly thinking about the new house. With all of the hurdles we have endured thus far and despite knowing full well there will be countless challenges yet to overcome, I can’t wait. We started the City submittal process around July-September of 2016. It is now July of 2018 and we have yet to acquire a building permit. Don’t ask… It’s been a f-ing process. If you have ever submitted a set of plans in any jurisdiction, you already know that an approval on the 1st pass does not exist. There are corrections, then more corrections. Hoops to jump through, etc. etc. I’m hoping for an approval by the end of this year? It’s laughable to think that when we first started the process, our unattainable hopes of demo-ing our shoe-box was by the summer of 2018. HAHAHA!!! A whole 2 years of jumping through said hoops and here we are, still twiddling our thumbs. It’s not all the City’s fault either. We had to get our finances in line, and I admit to procrastinating on some of the corrections due to… you know, life happening. It’s akin to running a marathon. Slow and steady to the finish. With several blisters, cramped muscles and painful chaffing guaranteed before crossing the finish line to retrieve our medals. We’ll get there eventually. We may be crawling across the finish line after all the other participants have already gone to the beer garden for their celebratory drinks, but it will all come to an end someday.
So until demo-day is scheduled, we will continue to live our lives as we know it today. Devoting 1/2 of a house to kids’ crap, and strangely plodding up a rickety set of termite ridden steps to our beds. Laughing and cuddling as we go.
-K