I love our home. I moved in four (!!!! omg. FOUR.) years ago next weekend, to a house that was crammed full of stuff, dust, roommates, and potential. There were years when we had too much junk, too little furniture, and too many things to fix to even know where to start. We still struggle with what project should come next; this summer’s list is truly impossible, and – somehow – virtually identical to last summer’s list. But, after years of sharing our domicile, we’re really, truly getting there. These pictures represent only a few details of our home together, but they highlight a few of the things that I love to pieces: the glorious light, the artsy objects made by our friends and family, the items that represent who we are and what we do. We are both collectors (me more than H-dubs), and our home together shows that. It is full of living things: people, plants, and animals. It isn’t perfect, but it is ours, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
(I’ll come back to G later. I’m having major writer’s block with G, and since this is a self-imposed project, I think perhaps I should stop being stubborn and move on.)
(This is the story of my life, by the way.)