Overall it's been almost a year long process from finding my spot to now finally finishing it. If I'd known what I was signing up for in the beginning, I'm not sure I would have been up for it, but all said and done now I can confidently say that renovating is probably the most stressful, exhausting, expensive... as well as rewarding and empowering thing I've ever done for myself, by myself. What started as giving my new space a "facelift" with new fixtures and cabinetry quickly escalated into redoing all the plumbing, electric, floors, and walls. I literally ripped up everything I was legally allowed to rip up, except the floor itself, which i just refinished. I don't think there was anything in the space left alone. Unfortunately, that's pretty true to my personality. Once I'm in... I'm all in.
However, none of it would have been possible without my old NYU classmate Lys Schwartz who is an interior designer and basically orchestrated the entire production in conjunction with my architect (I HIGHLY recommend Miriam Peterson) and my contracting company. Little did I know when we started with the project that really you should have ONE knowledgable person managing the whole thing, providing plumbing specs, ordering material, communicating all the material arrival time with the team of workers, etc. etc. This did not happen. Well—it sort of did, although she was not particularly knowledgable. This person was mostly me. Bad idea... true to form, I learned how this whole process is supposed to go, mostly through making mistakes. All said and done though, all parties came through and did a gosh-darn amazing job. What an army or awesomeness!
Before moving from my old apartment, I had sold most of my worldly possessions, which in and of itself was a pretty liberating feeling. I got rid of box-loads of old things I was unnecessarily sentimental about and every piece of furniture except 2 chairs. I kept all my art and books and computers, but was pretty much able to get everything down to some Home Depot medium sized boxes.... which I lived out of for about 3 months, unsure of the completion and move date. I can't say how good it feels to finally not be living out of cardboard and actually have real furniture. Never in my life have I owned a couch, a real bed, a proper mattress, or had a kitchen with enough counter space to eat, well... not at my desk. So basically I'm a pretty happy camper right now. There's no place like home!
I feel like somehow through this whole process I somehow didn't really manage to get any great photos. But here's some from my phone that I want to remember. From gutting to final decorative fun. Still nesting over here.
And favorite for last... A place to draw, and kind of the reason for all of this.