Two weeks ago, our living room was torn apart. The drywall and flooring were removed, then the insulation, to reveal framing that hadn’t been exposed in 75 years. It was a moment we’d been waiting for over 4 years since the day we bought the beach house and began our journey of endless permitting delays with the City of Malibu.
When we started the project, our youngest, Henry, hadn’t begun kindergarten. Now, as we’re finally beginning construction, he’s halfway through fourth grade. The journey of this house has been a masterclass in patience and pivots, teaching us that the only thing that’s really in our control is choosing the next right step… continue reading on Substack.