Two years ago, I said it would likely be 18 months before we’d have a party in our new house. We’re still not in. But we’re close. So very close.

I’d said, “It’s a little hard to wrap my brain around the whole thing, even now that there’s no backing out.” That was back when we only had this:

FieldOfDreams

My brain’s been taxed even more since then.

Imagining that this house would ever leave to make way for our house. (We recycled a house!)

Mobile

That this machine would clear enough space to make way for a foundation:

Scraper

That this mess would ever be a foundation:

Scraped

That this foundation would ever become an actual house:

FoundationPoured

That these pods were house modules:

Modules

That the modules would survive their flight through the air:

FlyingHouse

And that this house — as housey as it looks here — is not done. That from here, it would still take another three months. There’s interior patching, drywalling, plumbing, exterior decking, septic system, etc. I’m about ready to take my air mattress out there and camp out. (I was especially ready to do that last week, when we had 100-degree heat for several days in a row. Our current house does not have air conditioning.)

AlmostHome

All that’s left is garage siding, garage doors, a gas line, and cleanup. That’s “all.” I’d hoped we’d have our annual summer solstice party in new house. Clearly, I was overly optimistic. Now I’ll be happy if it’s before winter solstice. And I’ll be ecstatic if the packing genies actually show up this time.

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