Tyler’s final reflection

Polyhouse is done.  It is over, and to be frank I am glad. I am glad to be done with the 14-hour days with no pay, the putting my life on hold for three weeks, and the endless shoveling and wheel barrowing.  I am glad to be done asking strangers for money and waking up with the sun to be at the worksite bright and early. I am glad my blisters are healing and my sunburn has stopped itching, and that I don’t have to pour dirt out of my shoes at the end of the day.

I will be the first to tell you that I am glad it is over for all the reasons above. However, I am glad it is over for other reasons as well, like the additional storage space in the form of a new garage, and a circular driveway for the Todds to park on every day. Reasons like a patio on which they can entertain, an amazing garden where they can plant, and a huge sandbox to play in. Reasons like a bathroom Caleb’s height, a room for each of the girls that is truly “their very own,” and even more improvements beyond these.

The first reasons pale in comparison to the second when I consider why I am glad that Polyhouse is over. A sore back, aching muscles and sunburn are an inexpensive price to pay to finally be able to stand back and look at what this class and community accomplished.