This whole house building thing has dragged out for so stinkin’ long – I don’t even know where I left off. Short version: the city told us we had to develop the land (bring in the water line and build a road, which is technically a driveway) before they would issue building permits. That was last fall. We hired a development company to take care of this little job, and they told us they would be finished mid-February.
Unfortunately, this winter was the wettest we’d had in years. Of course it was. And our project manager? Not the sharpest crayon in the box. The man dropped more balls than a nine year old on the first day of juggling camp.
Or something like that.
So sometime in June, we (not me) told the president of the development company, “Enough is enough” and he replaced Ball Dropper with someone possessing an ounce of common sense.
(A few weeks later, Ball Dropper lost his job. We feel bad for the guy, but there are a lot of highly qualified people looking for work that could do his job much, much better.)
So here we are. Road was finished at the end of June, and our builder started the pad site. We’re still waiting for building permits, which should have happened yesterday – but at this point, all we can do is breathe. And wait. Whole lotta waiting. We’ll get there eventually.
Driveway coming in from the main road:
Dance of Progress Joy:
It’s exciting to finally see some progress, though we are cautiously optimistic. Our expectations are very, very, veeeerrrrry low. We’ll do our due diligence, but we’re not going to be surprised by further complications and delays. There’s no point in getting stressed about it. God already knows the exact date we’ll step foot into our new house, we keep telling ourselves, so any delays won’t surprise Him.