We are putting the final touches on a 665 square foot cabin for our family of five. This is the final installment of the backstory. You may find Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.
Our cabin arrived. Our cabin arrived!
The day after Easter, 2012, a red semi towing our small house, draped with flashing cautions and ‘wide load’ signs, pulled down the drive. It was something like seeing our first newborn home; we were a jumble of emotion – all the waiting was in the past, and now, here it was. After aligning it just so on the site, after the unhooking and undraping, after a farewell to the truck driver, we anxiously stepped up some make-shift stairs, opened the front door, and went inside.
The smell of fresh wood drew us right in. And there we were, standing in a pod of dreams. Pages and pages of sketches and inspiration were standing solid, right there around us.
We went from room to room. We climbed the ship’s ladder stairway. We opened cabinet doors and looked inside. We were amazed that this really was true.
Then, we sat on the subfloor, leaned our backs against the plank walls, and just looked around.
Home.
The conversation soon turned to lists, for lists were indeed in order. The builder had built, and now we would finish. We would seal the walls, install bath plumbing fixtures, hang antique lighting, and install flooring throughout. Custom built-ins and interior trim would be added, too. And then there was exterior paint and the installation of skirting, and how to do that in a way that wouldn’t look like ‘skirting’ at all.
In time. All this in time. Over the next set of months, each of these things would slowly be moved from ‘to do’ to ‘done.’
Our home had come.
