I took all the tools, paint, and spare parts our of the kitchen tonight. We re-wired the dryer, and the control panel didn’t burst into flames, so it kind of feels like closure. Sure, there’s the closet in Baby C’s room, as well as some shoe molding left to go down, but all in all, the big stuff is done, and Tree Newt/ToolTime feels good about that.
This whole experience has taught me some things. First off, there is no way I’m ever flipping houses for a living. Forget our family being loony, those people are freaking nuts! Secondly, I’m mighty glad I do what I do for a living, and don’t have to pull electrical wire, hang sheet-rock, or crawl under houses to fix plumbing.
More than anything else, though, it has taught me that I don’t need everything I always thought I needed to survive. We went from a 3 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath house with a garage and a sweet backyard to a 4 room (yes, room, not bedroom, room) house with 1 bath and no garage. About half of our belongings are in a 10 X 15 storage building a couple of miles from here. Not only that, but we spent the first 3 weeks after we sold our house living out of a suitcase with our parents. Talk about major life adjustment!
But as I thought about it, I realized that the fact that I live in a place with heat/air, running water, and indoor plumbing makes me one of the most fortunate people on the planet. There are plenty, even here in America…heck, probably right down the street, who don’t have all those necessities. And I was bummed at first because the washer and dryer have to be in the kitchen! At least there IS a kitchen!
I’ve realized that “stuff” and “things” aren’t really that important. Knowing my little girl is safe and warm, that’s important. Having another bathroom, not so much. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with having nice stuff, or having a big house with yard maintenance, or having a swimming pool (heee-heee)…can’t say I wouldn’t take them if I could get ’em…but I’ve realized that, while I always got on people who were materialistic, I’m right there with them. I was proud of my house, and my car, and my nice little neighborhood. Again, nothing wrong with that, but I was a hypocrite about it. Moving to this house, on this street, in this town…that’s changed my perspective a tad.
I hope it keeps changing it. I want my little girl to know that there are more important things than a nice house, or car, or the latest games, etc. I want to live in such a way that she realizes that people are what matter, that souls are the only things that will last for eternity, and that all the stuff in the world will never make you happy. I’m learning that myself, each day. I’m trying to not be consumed with “me.” St. Paul called it “dying daily.” I’m trying. God’s helping. And I’m trying to listen.
This was not meant as an indictment of anyone I know or have known. Please don’t take it as such. This is just what God is dealing with me about right now.
Grace and Peace,
The Tree Newt