The dye is cast. The papers are signed. We order Lincoln logs next week. Thus begins a journey that for me is really starting now, but for my husband began 50 years ago.
We are building a log home. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? Not. He has been planning this move for years. He knows what it looks like and how it will be placed on the property. It will be made in the Appalachian style. This means in the style that was built here, in this area, when the nation was young and cheeky. Dovetail corners, handhewn big logs, white chinking.
For me, it means wide, wraparound porches and a dining room. That pretty much covers it for me, as the walk in refrigerator was nixed.
I fear this will not be a simple journey. Nothing of value is, I guess. Please bear with me. I may be using this platform to do a bit of venting from time to time. Otherwise, this will be my attempt to document the journey. The good and bad, the funny and even more ridiculous. Basically, the crazyness of the situation, from the beginning to the big old blow out party at the end. I hope you will understand and stick with me. Please, advise and condolences are encouraged and some days be genuinely badly needed.
And, yes, Kayleigh, my punctuation will get better. I promise.
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