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Bastion of Bayne Journal


Entry 1, Day 20.
The past three weeks I’ve been adjusting to home ownership. Actually I should say, re-adjusting to home ownership. You see, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I was married with a house that was in the middle of Leave-It-To-Beaver-ville.

It’s been hectic to say the least! My first tenant moved in last week, which happens to be my little sister. As I sit nightly on my back step, I think on what needs to be done. I bought the house knowing it was a fixer-upper which was far from move-in-ready and needed tons of TLC with elbow-grease. I’ll consider every minute of effort put into the house will be sweat equity.

Although, I’ve received a very warm neighborhood welcome, and many congratulations from friends and family, a little bit of sadness pricks at my heart when I know my mom isn’t around to see my accomplishment. In addition, witness the transformation from a house that was abandoned for 5 years to eventually a beautiful home. My Dad has seen pictures from social media, congratulated me from the far-flung corner of the world known as the Philippines, where he lives.

With the daunting task of hammering this place into a home (see what I did there?), I have playfully tossed around this slogan. “We’re going for functional. Everything else is extra.”

Instead of being frustrated and upset about what’s not done and yet to be done, I’m focused on what’s been completed today. Every inch done is a win to me.



For now, I’ll pile up the wins. Wish me luck as I do because heaven knows, I’ll need it.

#BastionofBayne
#notmoveinready
#elbowgrease
#sweatequity
#homeTLC
#keepdigging

'los; out
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