Intentions and Electrical

          What the experts don't tell you - or maybe we just didn't google properly - is that there is no "first step" in the renovation process. What we do know, however, is that there always is a first step. For me and Eric, the first step was having a chunk of our kitchen ceiling crumble to the floor at 2AM. What a joy. I mean, we were always planning to rip down the dated gypsum and lathe, but we wanted to do it on our terms. What a way to have your manhood stripped from you. We were robbed of the satisfaction of holding the crowbar and taking that first swing; our home chose when to demo itself. How selfish. 

          All our attention was suddenly directed to the ceiling; the cracks, the water damage, the gaping holes, the constant feeling of impending doom. "Is this any way to live?" we asked ourselves, brows furrowed. To regain control of the situation, Eric and I decided the ceiling must come down immediately. But before we could embark on that mission, we had a small and smoky task to accomplish; smudging. This spiritual, sage-filled ritual is a method of cleansing the home of unwanted guests and lingering omens. The previous owners had left some extremely bad juju behind, and, while neither Eric nor I are complete believers in practices such as this, we thought it couldn't hurt to burn a little sage and chant a little song. After repeating "may all who serve my highest good live here" and lighting a "Success" candle with dozens of intentions written underneath it (and setting off the smoke alarm only once) we were finally ready for the non-spiritual portion for the renovation. Namaste 

          Like a dangerously outdated elephant in the room, we had to address the archaic electrical, haphazardly strewn across the aforementioned decrepit ceiling. (A little foreshadowing: we had no idea just how f**cked up the electrical was...stay tuned). Since our first goal was to remove the ceiling altogether, we realized all of the overhead lighting and electrical would have to be removed. We hired a trusty electrician, Jose, who effortlessly - and with minimal disgust - removed what I can only imagine was an electrical fire waiting to happen. Now, the fun part: sawzalls, hammers, crowbars, and a ton of dust...

 

- P