I was actually excited to engage in some amount of home improvement when we moved back to Cleveland. I was excited to take a home with cheap shit and very little paint something cooler.
Almost ten months have passed, and I'm over it. The truth is, I don't enjoy home improvement at all. While things are going well, and I'm making progress, it's all good. So you know, if I swap out a door knob (I brought death to the faux-brass door knows and bought $300 worth of door knobs), and it takes five minutes, I'm all about it. I'm winning.
But then if I go to replace a light fixture, and the drywall around it is all mucked up around it, the wires are too short, the screws are too long, and I have to start wrestling with it, my patience deteriorates instantly and I get all pissed off.
The thing is, people who are in the skilled trades are skilled. They get a lot of practice and experience, and likely learned a great deal from someone more qualified. I don't have that benefit.
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