Home Building, being patient and tolerance. Three things that are like oil and water.

Everyone that has ever built a house knows that the process is one that sucks in many major ways. I stepped into the process of making one of my dreams come true knowing this, but I wasn't totally prepared for the frustration and anxiety of the "aww it's fine...we can fix that mentality".

I had someone tell me the other day that I was not patient.  I told them I was very patient. Patience is a person's ability to wait something out or endure something tedious, without getting riled up. Tolerance, however, is just not a virtue I have; in regards to spending my money and me expecting things to be done the way I want them to be done.  It's just that simple.  So I replied.  "I am very patience.  I'm just not tolerant". Being  patient and tolerant are two very different but closely related entities.

With that said and as thankful as I may be to have built a home for me and my family, I do not think I will be doing it again anytime soon. My tolerance level does not match the ignorance of assumptions made with my money.

I have come to the determination that a house is not built.  It is fixed.

Then fixed again and again until it is fixed enough that you can move into it.

In my particular case, moving in will require our house to be finished after we are living in it. Shutters, gutters, foundation cosmetic fixes, few sheet rock issues, closets built, blinds, back fill dirt, chalking issues and minor fixes that I just simply gave up on.

We have a very beautiful and very well built house. I'm so happy about it and excited to be moving in soon. This week as a matter of fact.

I was told if your marriage can survive building a house, your marriage could survive anything. Well, I don't know if that is entirely true being that both me and my wife are hardened martial veterans.

 The wife and I have had no disagreements in regards to any of the decisions that we have made together.  We have been blessed and in tune with each other along the way with those things.  We have rocked along with good laughs and frustrations.

The laughs and frustrations?  It was the redo's. The scratching our heads and going really? It was people not listening to what we said.  It has been those things and those things alone that has eroded our faith.

 That has been  the true price for our small dream to come true and thus the things that put us on edge of our normal sanity. The very thing that test a man's patience's and brings him to a punching body bag with his tolerance.

Being honest, I knew it would be frustrating at times, but I never expected it to be an experience of perpetually being pissed off for nine months and no one caring except for us. I guess it all boils down to patients, tolerance, fixes, anger, people not listening to what you want and leaving a job sorta and somewhat like you hoped it would be. But not quite.

None the less, here we are about to move into a uncompleted house a mere 13 months after the sale of our previous home.  We are happy but tired, mentally exhausted, broke and ready to finish our house once we sleep under our new roof for the first time and we finally feel like we are at home and not displaced.

We loved some of our sub contractors and hated others, but that is neither here or there, because now the end is nigh. And the frustrations will become distance memories and the new memories will become the highlights of our life. Me, my wife and our children will be safe, secure and out of the weather in our new home.  The home that our Miller will base his childhood upon.

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