This summer holds many exciting milestones for me. Less than a month after we tackle the marathon, I’ll tackle my 30th birthday. Even with just over a month to go, I’m not really freaking out about it. For the very reason that I know there’s no real reason to. At the same time, I can understand some of my friends who are having a little bit of a hard time with it. Yes, I know we’re still young (younger than we think), but I just want to know if anyone ever really gets the hang of this adult thing.
For example, in my thirties, will I be able to finish projects in a reasonable amount of time? And not have to create massive bucket lists just to get them done? Case in point, this porch swing. This porch swing was one of the most important criteria on my housing search check list. Or at least a porch on which I could hang my own.
I bought my house in August 2014. My wonderfully thoughtful parents, knowing one, the glory of porch swings and two, how much I wanted one, gifted me one as a housewarming present! And despite my excitement and anxiousness to have this accessory on my front porch, I waited over two years to cash in on their gift (luckily it didn’t have an expiration date).
And then, once I did cash in and find the perfectly white swing for my house, it sat in a box in my living room for months. It literally took putting it on a list with a deadline so that I could check it off one night when I didn’t have as much to do to get me to assemble and hang it. And of course the nudging and guidance of Chap.
It was his idea to make a whole night of it. We had take out, drank wine and built the swing. It was pretty easy to assemble; cake compared to IKEA type furniture. I think there were four or five pieces of the main swing to piece together, a little hardware to make them stick, and then the chains for it to hang on. We bought some extra bolsters at Chap’s recommendation a few days later when we were ready to hang it up.
I wanted to be as hands on in the process of hanging the swing as I could, with the careful eye and guidance of someone who could make sure I was attaching it so it wouldn’t fall once anyone sat down. So, with step by step verbal instruction from Chap, I managed to use a borrowed drill from my neighbor to get the braces hung in the roof. Hanging the rest was super simple and soon I was swinging to my heart’s content.
I spent many happy moments reading, drinking coffee/wine/tea and chatting with friends on that swing last fall. And I am looking forward to many more times on that porch.
The swing is from wayfair.com.