In the last three months life has changed drastically. I bought a house, we said goodbye to our tree nest, moved out of the city, and moved into a new (larger) nest with two other artists (and a fifth part-time).
The first month was intense work on the house to fill holes in the walls, get a functional laundry room up and running, and preparing for our two new house mates (so much painting). The second month was filled with learning about our neighbors, setting up house systems, and slowly knitting two households together. This third month has seen the end of the school year for me and really soaking up what we want to do with our yard spaces and digging in the dirt.
The transition has been extremely difficult to keep a handle on. One moment is sheer excitement and energy, the next is a bone-deep homesickness. I’ll be standing in the kitchen trying to figure out why my gut is hollow and aching only to realize that I miss what home used to be, that I can never go back to it, and that I wouldn’t have it change.
Now with a little time and distance (and a loving, creative, restorative home slowly growing in around me), it does my heart good to glance back at my previous home.
* For those of you wondering, I will be posting more about the house, projects in the works, our growing community, and many of our hopes and dreams for this space. Right now we’re still in the settling-in phase and learning what we want it to be. I took and collected photos when we moved in so don’t worry about missing the before/after love. <3