All time low. This is my first post of the year. My dear friend just blogged her way through childbirth and I can't bring myself to update my trusty, erstwhile blog. Low.
Alas! Since my last post, I am proud to announce that I am a homeowner. I'm in! A new, for-real house! Its surreal. Freshly painted rooms, appliances that work, windows that open. And views! Its breathtaking. Every morning, I groggily roll out of bed, pad through to the bath and stare out at the water. I have to laugh. I keep waiting for someone's parents to come home and kick me out.
Took a few days off to move in which were spectacularly springy. Hardly noticed the hundreds of trips to & from our teensy rental (just 2 doors down!) & jumped at any opportunity to run downtown to pick up new hooks or cleaning supplies. I just cant believe I live in a vacation destination.
This was not an easy process for a gal like me--having grown up in an old house sharing one bathroom for the whole family sort of thing. Building something new, and moreover something custom, just goes against my ethos. What do I want? Not sure if I'd asked myself that sort of thing. Ever. Planning based on want versus need. What?
I'll be candid. The past 1.5 years of planning and decision making was not only foreign, but nearly torturous for me. I'd pull into our 4-room rental after work, nestled in the shadows of our bright, white, tall empire (by contrast, it seemed as such). I'd awake at 3 a.m. churning decisions over and over in my mind; worrying about the height, concerned about the outcome in a small, tight knit community, a house now (very) deeply grounded into what was a pretty, grassy plot of land that my grandmother purchased many, many moons ago.
But something amazing happened when we moved in. Everything seems to slip right into place. It felt as if the house had always been there, in a way. All the thousands of decisions that we made together, decisions eeked in at 7 a.m. before work, or exhaustedly decided after a long day of work-- all synchronized together. All playing part in this charming Output: Home.
I'm overjoyed.
Alas! Since my last post, I am proud to announce that I am a homeowner. I'm in! A new, for-real house! Its surreal. Freshly painted rooms, appliances that work, windows that open. And views! Its breathtaking. Every morning, I groggily roll out of bed, pad through to the bath and stare out at the water. I have to laugh. I keep waiting for someone's parents to come home and kick me out.
Took a few days off to move in which were spectacularly springy. Hardly noticed the hundreds of trips to & from our teensy rental (just 2 doors down!) & jumped at any opportunity to run downtown to pick up new hooks or cleaning supplies. I just cant believe I live in a vacation destination.
This was not an easy process for a gal like me--having grown up in an old house sharing one bathroom for the whole family sort of thing. Building something new, and moreover something custom, just goes against my ethos. What do I want? Not sure if I'd asked myself that sort of thing. Ever. Planning based on want versus need. What?
I'll be candid. The past 1.5 years of planning and decision making was not only foreign, but nearly torturous for me. I'd pull into our 4-room rental after work, nestled in the shadows of our bright, white, tall empire (by contrast, it seemed as such). I'd awake at 3 a.m. churning decisions over and over in my mind; worrying about the height, concerned about the outcome in a small, tight knit community, a house now (very) deeply grounded into what was a pretty, grassy plot of land that my grandmother purchased many, many moons ago.
But something amazing happened when we moved in. Everything seems to slip right into place. It felt as if the house had always been there, in a way. All the thousands of decisions that we made together, decisions eeked in at 7 a.m. before work, or exhaustedly decided after a long day of work-- all synchronized together. All playing part in this charming Output: Home.
I'm overjoyed.
