Yesterday I literally cleaned until my fingers bled. This poor old place has not been loved. I hesitated about writing about this for fear of offense, but I don’t think it matters anymore.
I cannot describe how much Hill Shadow Farm is run down. Yesterday, as I was scrubbing walls and window sills, it was as if the house was a poor old rescue dog getting a bath and a scratch after years of neglect.
Everywhere there is mould, dog hair, dust, webs, stains, cracks, mud and debris. Everytime I start to clean something, I unearth a can of worms. And what was supposed to take a few minutes, takes hours. Yesterday “I’ll just hang these 2 curtains” meant 4 hours of scrubbing mould and nicotine stains off walls, windows and the inside of the front door.
I think I may be cleaning, painting, repairing for weeks to come. That’s aside from the unpacking! And cleaning the house we just left for the next tennants there!
Its all overwhelming and just makes me want to stay here in bed. But just look at this view…
Got any cleaning tips for me?
An odd thing though: I keep finding money! Not much, 20 cents here, a ten cent piece there. Yesterday Ben found 2 old pennies and a half penny dated from the late ’40s! Do you think the house is trying to encourage us?
Do you believe in ‘signs’?