The Cross House
Two years ago today I took possession of the Cross House.
This seems both a brief time, and forever.
In the VERY long projected timeline to restore the house, two years is a blink of an eye.
In terms of my life, the last two years have seemed very very very long. In a good way!
It is hard recalling my pre-Cross House life. The house has overtaken my mind, pumped up long deflated passions, and infused every cell of my body with excitement.
WHAT did I do every day before the Cross House? I cannot quite recall.
And I do not miss the old life. My new life is way way way more fun.
While my new life is way more fun, it is not perfect. It is not like I ingested magic beans and everything became happiness and sunshine.
There have been a number of things in my life, non-related to the Cross House, which have been very difficult. And restoring an almost 9,000 square foot home is not easy; the Cross House is a demanding passion. Some of these struggles I detailed in a recent post.
I suspect though that 2016 is going to be a fun ride.
And I greatly look forward my next anniversary!