you start with lines on a page scatter shot up and down, left and right. a rough idea of rough corners and rough openings with rough measurements.
then you get the numbers, drag the tape measure across this way and that, fiddle and squint for the numbers. you jot them down, you make notes, you try to file it away in your head and redo the lines all over again. cleaner, neater, more precise.
you look up in books how doors sit in walls, what holds what. the difference between a king stud and a jack. how many cripple studs should be wedged between headers. you research what type of closet door you want, how wide. you remeasure again, try to account for the expected deficit of a 2×4 (which is really 1.5×3.5) and the thickness of sheetrock.
you’ve measured at least four times, and you still have yet to lay a single piece of wood.
you buy the wood, you lug it upstairs. 20 pieces of 2x4x8. it’s a bit of strain. but you do it knowing that it’ll sit there for a day or two before you actually do anything more.
just at the cusp, you ask around, things to consider, others that have done this sort of thing before. your father almost talks you out of it, but comes around and realizes that building a closet between the rooms is the lesser of two evils, the other being tearing down all the walls on the second floor and repartition it entirely.
and then you start. this piece against that. measuring, cutting. this piece here holds up this one. the weight travels down to here and spreads along this flat piece along the floor. you measure and cut and sometimes cut again, to shave off an eight of an inch here or there. in some places, you use a hammer to wedge one into another. every once in a while, you grab hold of a stud and shake the frame. you tighten whatever you hear is loose, you shake the frame to be sure it is sturdy.
you shake the frame until its done. you pull it this way and that, think of how your children will bump into it, push furniture against it. will it hold? can it hold?
you cut open the other side of the wall, where the other half will be shared with the younger sibling. within the opening, you prop another frame, careful not to break the wall, but wedging it, securing it all the same until the framing is done. the rest is window dressing; sheetrock, tape and spackle; sanding, priming and paint. tedious work, finishing.
but before that, you grab again one end of it and shake. you move across the room and grab another and shake again. it does not move. and while you’ve gotten to the point where it no longer moves, it still moves you.