I’m still here.

I haven’t forgotten about you. Although I’ve been silent for months, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I have, however, met up with a challenge that is consuming all of my time: cleaning up a new, old home.

The whole thing started with a sign on a lawn.

Now, with the move complete, the walls are changing colors as the sawdust is swept away…

…while wearing dust masks, of course.

Meanwhile, in the midst of moving, the holidays came and went and the new year began. There’s a sense of a fresh start in the air for everyone I meet, whether or not they’ve recently made a big change. It’s the way of winter: dormancy for renewal. Even if we are not spreading our leaves and bursting with color, we are improving, inside and out.

How do you like our living room decor?

It may feel as if we are neglecting other things in the process, but there is something very rewarding about focusing on a single goal. For instance, getting an entire house in order requires the completion of many, many small tasks. Today I will be moving boxes from one side of my office room to the other, making way for my husband to sand a cedar closet tomorrow. Sunday, we will be emptying our temporary storage locker. It’s been this way since early December, tackling one goal at a time until our home is comfortable, the priority of which remains steadfastly at the top of the list.

Holiday decorations? Not this year. Blog posts? Pushed aside for a while. Internet connection? Only when I really need it. A vacation with friends? I’m having enough fun setting up house.

I’m relearning from this adventure the value of focus, prioritization, accomplishment, and old-fashioned hard work. But the key in all of this is that the goal — uncovering the charm of this house — is unequivocally something that I want. That’s the part that makes it easy, worthwhile, and permissible. What will be the consequences of saying no to everything else? Only time will tell.

I’m also learning the value of dramatic change. The mundane may be comfortable, but it sure is boring.

Still, I haven’t forgotten the value of you, my reader, my friend. As I spend hours scrubbing a single wall, my thoughts linger toward planning the tasks necessary to continue writing for you. I expect to reemerge, charm uncovered, something old made new again. Until then, enjoy this period of dormancy and take advantage of it while you can.