In the beginning
This is it, the current roof of our new home/project/purchase at 130 West 95th in Manhattan, New York. I remember climbing out of that little hatch thing on the left in the freezing wind in November and thinking something like ' Oh my God this is horrible, I hope they won't accept our price, but then I don't have to be the one to say I don't want to do it'.
I turned to Abel who had a look of total bliss as he rabbited on about how we would go up a level, go back X metres and it would all be a thing of joy and beauty.
Well, they did accept our price, its ours now and we are going up a level, back X metres and it will indeed be a thing of joy and beauty.
It feels good to have the first blog on this site as the roof, the existing roof, because this is the bit that transformed it for me; the idea that we could plant grass on this roof, and could turn it from this awful reflective silver to a lush, oxygen creating, insulating turf was what made me willing to swallow my terror and take this thing on.
I am not excited by the stuff inside, the sad, old electrical wires hanging out, the awful partitions erected by the lady before us who carved it up into little boxes to rent out...all of this makes me want to wash my hands, but this, this roof.... I can imagine lying on it on a sunny day, I can imagine working out how to mow it, maybe we can play croquet on it, ok, maybe not, but you get the idea.
This is the first of so many things for me; my first renovation, my first home in new York, my first blog, the first decision I truly, truly made in partnership with someone else, and like all beginnings, I am hopeful, inspired and terrified.