A little over 18 months ago, I shared on this blog about how I was turning my plain hallway closet into a very efficient, highly organized utility closet. I showed you how, just the weekend before, I had done a bit of demolition to this standard, inefficient closet with one hanging bar and one shelf, and had prepared to install cabinets in the closet to turn it into a “clutility room”. (Yes, that’s closet + utility room.)
In the process, I also decided to rip down the dreadful drop ceiling that was in the hallway, creating a very cavernous effect. The demolition looked something like this…
And after all of the mess was cleaned up, and the cabinets were placed into the closet (simply placed in, not officially installed), the closet looked like this…
That was a little over 18 months ago, in March 2010.
Want to see what it looks like today?
Yep, it’s pretty much the same, except I’ve added an unfinished floor to the unfinished hallway with an unfinished utility closet.
What hasn’t changed?
- The unfinished closet that needs drywall,
- The unfinished cabinets that are just sitting there almost completely unutilized,
- The drab khaki color on the far wall, the ceiling that needs repair where the drop down ceiling was removed,
- The drop down ceiling that still remains at the far end of the hallway because I learned that it was actually serving a purpose after all (hiding air ducts),
- The disgusting doors on the bedroom, office, and bathroom that I still have because I’m holding out hope that I’ll find some fabulous doors with tons of character at ReStore that I can use instead of having to settle for the ubiquitous panel door from Home Depot,
- And I’m sure, about a hundred other little things that I could point out, but you get the point.
But do you know what has changed the most after these 18+ months?
When Matt and I moved into this condo, he was able to help me with projects. Over time, because of his health, his ability to help me declined, and today, all that he can offer is encouragement (which he’s great at, by the way!).
It wasn’t really a big deal to me that he could no longer help me. Truth be told, we’re not one of those couples who works on projects beautifully together. We’re not a Kevin & Layla, or a John & Sherry. Matt and I have a fantastic relationship full of fun and laughter…right up until he tries to help me with a project and give me his “two cents” on how he would do it differently. Then we’re like oil and water. So the fact that he can no longer help me with projects just might be the reason we’re so happily married after nine years!
The fact is, I’m just a fiercely independent person. So much so that my mom tells me that one of the first phrases I learned to say when I was little was a little girl was, “Me do it meself!”
I’ve lived with that independence all of my life, never wanting to ask for help, always believing that I can handle everything on my own without the help of others, and taking tremendous pride in the fact that I can accomplish so much on my own.
But you know what? I’m tired. I’m exhausted from carrying the weight of all of these tasks on my own shoulders. I’m tired of living in a condo that’s still “under construction” after five years. I’ve finally reached my breaking point. I’ve finally cried ‘UNCLE!’, and I’ve asked for help.
He’ll be here at 10:00 this morning. Progress will be made. Projects will be finished.
And that sound you hear? That me, breathing a huge sigh of relief.