What a difference a year can make.
On April 1st 2014, I'd been...
- Divorced two weeks
- Selling my home
- Still living with my ex-husband
- Apartment-hunting on lunch breaks
- Packing boxes after work
- Writing my Maid of Honor speech for my sister's wedding (in 18 days)
I still don't know how I survived that stretch without a constant IV of wine. But through all the craziness, I dreamt of one thing...
An apartment of my own filled with:
- sunshine
- beautiful things
- a cuddly pet
- a kitchen where I could teach myself to cook
- and maybe (just maybe) a lovely guy messing up the recipes next to me
It's April 1st 2015 ... and four outta five ain't bad.
All along, I had every intention of starting a blog. But in the end, I was too busy doing to ever start writing. So now that life's calmed down a bit, it seems a good time to begin. What I dreamt of last year was a nest. And that's the perfect word to describe my home now -- lovingly pieced together from a year's worth of flea market trips, Craigslist hunts, family storage closet cleanings, and manymanymany Pinterest experiments. This apartment has truly been my therapy, but that name was already taken. So we'll go with something a little broader. Because these days, I still feel like my happy self, just set on a path that's a little wilder.
Let's begin.
On April 1st 2014, I'd been...
- Divorced two weeks
- Selling my home
- Still living with my ex-husband
- Apartment-hunting on lunch breaks
- Packing boxes after work
- Writing my Maid of Honor speech for my sister's wedding (in 18 days)
I still don't know how I survived that stretch without a constant IV of wine. But through all the craziness, I dreamt of one thing...
An apartment of my own filled with:
- sunshine
- beautiful things
- a cuddly pet
- a kitchen where I could teach myself to cook
- and maybe (just maybe) a lovely guy messing up the recipes next to me
It's April 1st 2015 ... and four outta five ain't bad.
All along, I had every intention of starting a blog. But in the end, I was too busy doing to ever start writing. So now that life's calmed down a bit, it seems a good time to begin. What I dreamt of last year was a nest. And that's the perfect word to describe my home now -- lovingly pieced together from a year's worth of flea market trips, Craigslist hunts, family storage closet cleanings, and manymanymany Pinterest experiments. This apartment has truly been my therapy, but that name was already taken. So we'll go with something a little broader. Because these days, I still feel like my happy self, just set on a path that's a little wilder.
Let's begin.