Trust me, I’m just as shocked as you are!
It was not in our plans to buy a house. In fact, I can be a little commitment-phobic, and would have probably been content to rent forever. (The knowledge that I could always break a lease and thus escape is very appealing to me.)
But life had other plans for us, and after spending most of quarantine looking for a house, we found the perfect home and moved out here in October.
We also moved in with my mom, as the prospect of combined households with grandparents is very normal in C’s culture, and we also knew it was what my brother would have wanted. She has her own dwelling space where she can go when V is being too loud (which is often, haha), and she also joins us in the main rooms for a good portion of the day, which brings us all a lot of joy.
Life has changed. When something goes wrong in a house that you own (gophers, ants, leaks, weird mildew smell? all of which occurred in the first month), there’s no landlord to call. “Shit, I’m the landlord!” I thought to myself when I saw the trail of ants a week after we moved in. And it’s become very apparent, as our tagged + protected oak tree in the backyard grows into the house, that we will need a sinkhole fund year round.
But there are other pros of being in our own home that have been so wonderful. Specifically, living with my mom and getting that time together has been very precious to me, and V even more.
The kitchen is definitely everyone’s favorite part of the house. Recently remodeled, it’s super open and was customized to the previous owner’s wife, who loved to bake. I am not much of a baker, but somehow this kitchen has drawn me in and now I’ve been baking daily for three weeks straight. (Everyday, C asks me to please stop — not because it tastes bad, but because it’s affecting our waistlines!)
I’m not big on doing house projects like some other bloggers (I’m still surprised I’m allowed to put nails in the wall), but I will absolutely keep you notified of all the little updates around here! I’d also love all your recs for home blogs out there, since I don’t know the first thing about decorating!
I never would have thought when I started this blog that we’d be on this journey this long together. I couldn’t have ever imagined myself in a home like this. Life is full of surprises — some beautiful, and some so devastating. Over a year later, I am absolutely still buried under the grief of losing my brother — especially poignant now during holiday times. (New sad Taylor Swift albums don’t help, haha.)
Hope you’re having a beautiful December. ❤