Earlier this year we hired a contractor to remodel our cabin’s main floor. We dismantled a wall to open the kitchen and dining area into the great room. Actually, calling it a “great” room is a stretch. It’s more like a tiny room. lol. We decided to replace cabinets, appliances, flooring. Pretty much everything.
Every time the nail gun popped, I jumped. Trucks chugged up and down our gravel road.
Constant noise. All. Day.
So much commotion that, when things got quiet around quitting time, I’d look around, wondering about that strange noise.
You know what I looked forward to the most? An escape from the constant battering, my daily afternoon walk at the park.
Just me and the dogs. Thirty minutes with only the chatter of birds and the gentle gurgling of the river rushing over the rocks.
Where does your escape hatch lead?