Before

I keep waiting to be overcome with a feeling of dread that I’ve made a huge mistake. It will surely come at some point, but I’m taking it as a good sign that this feeling hasn’t swept over me just yet.

Now that I have the keys, I can begin to properly take stock of what’s there and what comes next. Kieran and I spent a few hours gingerly poking our way through the mess over the weekend and salvaged three potential dye pots, three huge colanders that fit in the largest of the pots, a box of old fashioned keys that I don’t think belong to anything (but better to be safe than sorry), and an assortment of small ceramic bowls. A neighbour took home a strange ceramic electric kettle, possibly intended for brewing medicinal herbs…the box wasn’t entirely clear. I’m inching my way toward finding a clearance company to take the rest.

I also spent an hour and a half with an architect. I still have a million half-formed questions rattling around in my head, but they’re different questions to the ones I had before. Surely that counts as progress…right?