A few months into the pandemic, my husband and I realized our studio condo was not working for our marriage or mental health. We needed a backyard, and a space (besides the bathroom) where we could have a modicum of privacy. We found a sweet little grandma house with a huge yard and a lovely finished basement. We thought we had found the perfect solution... but the universe had other plans.
After receiving the keys to our new home, we found out that the sagging living room floor was not just an "old house thing" as the inspector had said, it was a sign of serious structural issues. We ended up tearing out the entire finished basement and rebuilding the walls, ceiling, joists, and structural beams that held up the first floor of the house. While we were at it, we decided to redo the ancient cloth-insulated electrical wiring and galvanized plumbing throughout the house.
The structural repairs were completed in July of 2021, and we began to tackle the upstairs flooring. At the same time, I began moving my business into the lovely, spacious, tidy (and very recently remodeled) basement. I had almost finished unpacking and organizing the new downstairs workshop space. Upstairs, the demolition crew was removing the kitchen flooring down to the subfloor so we could install tile. In order to safely remove the last cabinet in the kitchen, we needed to cap off the plumbing supply lines.
We learned the hard way that there are two main water shut offs in our house, one of which was well hidden behind some insulation. When the supply line was cut it just EXPLODED all over the kitchen. Because the subfloor (which has many cracks and holes) was the only thing to catch the water between the kitchen and the basement ceiling, it started to rain in the basement. It rained indoors for about 30 minutes until we were able to finally cap off the geyser, and then we hunted around and discovered the other shutoff valve.
We didn’t immediately realize the magnitude of this situation. It meant weeks of heaters, fans, and dehumidifiers. It meant tearing out the brand new ceiling, walls, insulation, and flooring in the basement. It meant moving everything that I just moved into the basement back out. It meant months of repairs. While we awaited the necessary repairs I had several months to examine my life and imagine what other adventures I might get up to if I didn't reopen Heart of Gold. Eventually I came to realize that it was time to let go of Heart of Gold.
Right now I'm spending most of my days checking things off the to-do list so that we can (finally) move in to our house. After that, I'll have the bandwidth to really spread my wings and see what Grassland is all about. I've enjoyed every minute of Heart of Gold, and I will always remain eternally grateful for you. I'll keep you posted as Grassland evolves, so be sure to sign up for the newsletter.
All the love in the entire universe,