​Knowing When to Stop

Knowing when to start something is a vital part of life. The same applies to knowing when to stop. 

Regular readers of this blog know I have spent the better part of nine years renovating, updating, and remodeling the house I purchased in northwestern Hungary shortly after moving here. 

It’s been quite a journey. I would even call it a labor of love. Yet today, as I was installing polystyrene insulation on the last uninsulated wall on the back of the house, I experienced a mild epiphany of sorts. 

I was thinking about the steps to finish the house by the end of next summer, mentally compiling a list of those final tasks, when I became aware of the pressing need to hire those tasks out to others, not because I could not complete the work myself, but because I no longer want to.

I had accomplished what I had set out to do. It was time to stop. 

Granted, no homeowner ever really stops working on a house because there is always something to repair, maintain, replace, or upkeep; however, my days as the primary contractor and renovator ended today. 

Come spring, I will hire others to render the exterior, lay the paving stones, and tie up the odds and ends. 

Me? I plan to begin really living in the house, for a change -- and be in the yard, planting the most magnificent vegetable garden my little village has ever seen. 

And more reading, thinking, praying, family time, and blogging. 
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Definitely more blogging.