Sitting in my inbox is a link that, once clicked, will take me to the documents to sign an offer on a house. It’s been sitting there since last night, and I’ve opened it a few times, but I just can’t click the buttons to start signing. And it’s breaking my heart!
Before and after – the evolution of our property
We bought our cute little cottage-like house in Port Orchard, Washington last October. Her insides were perfect and needed no updating, but the outside was in desperate need of some love. Seven months later, the work is 95% complete and I am so happy with the outcome. I’m more in love with my cute little quarter-acre of solitude than ever. So – some before and afters shots below!
DIY – Getting rid of that ugly dining room table
My dining room table is an object to both love and despise. It’s a bar height table, which makes it an easy workspace as well. It’s sturdy. It’s still in great condition. And it is uuuuuuuuuuugly. I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it, but I have faux marble. Yuck, yuck, Y-U-C-K.
See this fake marble?? It’s gotta go. Continue reading
You can go home again, but maybe you shouldn’t…
Have you ever had one of those experiences that really just defy words? At least, right away? I went home to Indiana for a week and only recently got back to Washington, and I’ve been trying to wrap my head around my trip. I discovered something pretty profound, at least to me: they say you can’t go home again, but I don’t believe that’s true. You can, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to feel like home anymore.
We moved from Indianapolis to Seattle last August. Last September, my parents moved out of the house they’d lived in for 29 years. When I headed to their house after arriving at the Indianapolis airport, I was driving to an unfamiliar house in a town I’d never been in. There was no “going home.” In fact, home was gone.
Christmas trees, musicals, and making a community
I’m taking a break from dinner preparations to get this post up. I’m having a “Transplant to Seattle” Thanksgiving dinner today at my house, and I’m hosting a few of my co-workers and their spouses who also uprooted their lives this year and moved out here to join our team. Being two thousand miles from home means that, if we let ourselves, we can become very insulated out here. With no family and no “community” to speak of, it would be very easy to say that we live here, but do we live here? Continue reading
The heart of a farmgirl…
The holiday season, for some reason, makes me long to spend time in farm supply stores.
Now, you probably just cocked your head to one side like a confused canine as you stared at these words on your screen, so let me explain.
Working, shopping, and planning for the future
First there’s the working:
So I’ve been working my behind off. Even when I’m not on site, I’m still working via my laptop/VPN or answering emails on my phone. This has left me feeling drained, and what better way to lift my spirits than through retail therapy?
Exhaustion and a good book….oh, and Henry Cavill
I’m exhausted. Mentally and physically. Continue reading