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“There’s a lot of trees,” Jaybird notices.
Bayonne has an urban landscape, more city than town—and while Lakeside is only a two-hour drive away, it could be a whole other, countrified world.
“Trees are good. You’ll get used to it.” I jiggle the house keys. “Let’s check out the inside and bring this stuff in. I want to set up and record before everyone else gets here.”
When I duck back in to grab a box from the backseat, a wave of nausea washes through me.
I’ve been drinking too much coffee lately and my stomach isn’t happy about it. I take a bottle of ginger oil from the center console and sniff it, then sprinkle a drop on my tongue to settle my stomach. Essential oils are a gift from the gods.
Jason and I plop our boxes in the foyer and give ourselves the tour. It’s a stunning home, with gleaming refinished hardwood floors, an open floor plan and tons of beautiful, natural light. Except for the top-of-the-line appliances in the kitchen, the space is devoid of any furniture—that was the deal. I’ll be designing each room, adding every perfect piece myself. Some will be donated by advertisers in return for product placement—but to make the looks realistically attainable for my viewers, I plan on finding most of the furniture on my yard sale excursions, off Craiglist, or building them from the ground up.
The molding in the house is original, and the sheet-rocked walls new, bare and eggshell-white—totally blank canvases just waiting for me to bring them to life.
I’m Dr. Frankenstein—but prettier—and this house is going to be my monster.
On our way up the curved oak staircase to the second floor, Jason says, “Oh—I balanced the checkbook last night.”
“I told you, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” He shrugs. “I just like doing it.”
Jason is like an old man in a fourteen-year-old’s body. I used to worry it was because my parents had such a big hand in raising him—but now I understand, he’s just an old soul.
“The first payment came in from Facebook,” he adds. “It’s a nice chunk of change. We should put it into a money market fund, diversify our portfolio—maybe open a 529 for me for college? I’ll do some research.”
And he’s smart—really smart. I don’t know where he gets it from. I did okay in school, but for Jason, academics are his thing. His innate talent.
In Bayonne, he wasn’t bullied—I would’ve been cracking skulls if he had been—but he was…isolated. The other kids didn’t get him. He didn’t have a crew or a tribe. That’s why he was okay with moving to a new town at the beginning of his junior year.
And it’s why I think this is going to be good for him—that here, in Lakeside, maybe he’ll find his people.
“Wow—can I have this room?”
There are five bedrooms in the house—we’re in the back, left corner one, on the opposite side from the master suite. It has its own connecting bathroom, but more importantly to my Jaybird—there’s a built-in window seat that overlooks the lake. Jason’s a reader, a studier, and I can already picture him sitting there with his e-reader and online textbooks for hours.
I nod, seeing the decorating future in my head.
“What do you think of colonial-blue for the paint color? And a couple wide oars for shelves, in distressed cream, maybe a rustic ship wheel for there on the wall? There’s a carpenter in town, I was going to swing by his shop to see if he has scrap pieces we can take off his hands to build your headboard, and maybe a desk.”
Growing up, I was my father’s sidekick. His little helper. And, because money was always short, he’s a handy, resourceful guy. He taught me the ways of power tools, house repair, automotive maintenance . . . and now, I’m handy too.
My son smiles brightly—and right then and there, my whole day is made.
“Cool.”
~ ~ ~
It takes me a little over an hour to get the tables and chairs and decorations set up in the backyard. I take several pictures to post later to the Life with Lainey Instagram and Twitter accounts, then I adjust my tripod and set up my phone to film the show’s first live broadcast.
Some of my videos are prerecorded and edited—but this one, I wanted to do live. So the Lifers can experience this moment with me, feel the authenticity through the camera. That’s what my viewers are looking for—a connection. They want to feel like they’re part of the action, part of the experience, a part of my life. And in a very real way, they are.
I tuck a blond curl behind my ear, look into the camera, and hit record.
“Hi, Lifers! The big day has finally arrived! Moving day is here! I’m going to show you the property in a second, but first I wanted to talk about the logistics of moving. Anyone who’s done it knows it’s a nightmare and the cost of a good moving company can be extreme. So, because I’m always looking out for your bottom line, I’m going to show you how to move for less. The key to that is . . . a moving party! You get every friend and family member with a car to get on board and help you move—and label your boxes ahead of time with who’s taking what—to be sure that what everyone is moving will fit in their car. If you promise them a party afterwards, they’ll be more excited to help you out. If you make it fun, they will come.”
