We're in the process of having our basement finished; two more bedrooms and a bathroom. One of the rooms will be for my wife, which she'll use for her craft room and as base command for homeschooling our kids. The other room will be my office.
Over the last few weeks we've watched these rooms take shape and have been eagerly anticipating the day that we can finally move in and get settled, finally able to seize our aspirations for this once empty space and make each newly defined area mold to our imaginations. It's been hard at times, looking at the rough sheet rock job and then watching the nicks and dings melt away as the surface is refined with tape and mud.
We started this project a year ago with framing the walls and fixing a lot of the crude flaws left by the builder. After several months of schedule conflicts, we decided that it was time to collect bids and have the job contracted out. There were still a few things that we decided we could do on our own, of course. With my prior experience in Comm while in the military, I decided I would run the wiring for the phone and internet for both rooms and tie it all together in the new furnace room. It basically allows me to have computers and multimedia devices connected throughout the house without relying too heavily on wireless or stringing internet cables all over the place. That was my brainchild, but my wife had a much better one.
Once the workers had installed the insulation, my wife suggested that we take the opportunity to participate in a tradition from the Victorian era that she'd heard of. Sometimes families would write letters or tuck trinkets or other things into the walls of their homes while they were being built. These priceless treasures would stay hidden and forgotten for many years; some were found, others were not.
The idea struck me as particularly brilliant and I decided to print out one of my short stories and quietly snuck down to the basement and slid it behind the insulation in my new office. I figure, this is going to be the new home of my writing endeavors once it's finished, why not set the mood?
I know, in a way it sounds kind of dorky. But if those walls could talk, they'd have a story to tell.