Mitchell Edward Britt JR

Before and After. The only thing missing is the two dudes.

I'm sitting in the room that you see above. It doesn't look like that anymore, although I did sit in it quite a bit when it was just dirt, scraps of wood, piles of bricks and other debris. I remember working what seemed like endless days with Jacob ripping up the 5 layers of floor. We worked into the night and didn't have much light. I could have worked forever. I had my new hammer ( still have it!), Jacob and I took turns with the reciprocating saw, Lauren brought us Gatorade and beer as we brought the evening to a close. Old floors gone, beams taken out - made new. It was more than I originally expected - LIFE ENCOMPASSING. I convinced Ian to move back from Asheville. Shovels and jackhammers. We got metal bits stuck in a tree trunk = no good. Fences down, trenches dug, gravel, dirt, wood. Pneumatic nailers, air compressors humming - luckily the only thing we pierced were two by fours (they aren't actually 2x4).

Roomates and a lover.

A host of family and friends.

The place I call home.

Here it is!

Where my heart lays down.

Getting closer and closer everyday.

Not perfection (also known as completion) but direction.

I had a vision.

The sun set; but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye:
And matched his sufferance sublime
The taciturnity of time.
He spoke, and words more soft than rain
Brought the Age of Gold again:
His action won such reverence sweet,
As hid all measure of the feat.
Work of his hand
He nor commends nor grieves:
Pleads for itself the fact;
As unrepenting Nature leaves
Her every act.

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