Hi guys, how are you? I have to admit, I’ve been a bit out of it ever since I got back from London. Typically travel leaves me bursting with ideas and ready to put that inspiration to good use, but ever since I got back, all I’ve wanted to do is sleep. It’s beyond jetlag, it’s more like… this constant fatigue. I’m eating well, working out, sleeping through the night, but I find myself just constantly tired. I’m thinking of going to my primary care doctor to see what she says and maybe even do some bloodwork. I just don’t feel right. And I think on top of all that are my constant sources of worry: money, balancing many different projects all at once, finishing the bedroom, figuring out when I can renovate the exterior of the house, Noodle’s health… and that’s just a short list. At times I wonder if life will ever slow down or is this just how 32 feels? Like is this just the state of life forever? I can’t decide. It all feels quite overwhelming at times, which leads to me not posting as consistently in this space as I’d like.
These are just some thoughts I’ve had as I pour over your initial feedback to the reader survey I shared yesterday. You guys always seem to know when something is up and it’s so appreciated.
This weekend I’m taking time to do stuff that I love: go to a flea market, make pancakes, and catch up on my reading. The pile of stuff that’s been living on the Eames chair in the living room for months has finally been put away, so all I really want to do is tuck into a good book with tea and a cozy blanket.
Hi guys, just popping in to let you know that tomorrow I will not be posting here or on social media in order to stand up for the human rights of women and gender non-conforming people. I hope that you’ll join me by taking the day off from paid and unpaid labor, not shopping for a day, and wearing red in solidarity with A Day Without Women. You can read more about it here.
We’ll be back Thursday.
ps – if you’re unable to take the day off from work, I loved Brit & Co’s tips on how to support this cause if you can’t skip work.
Happy Friday, you guys! This post is publishing a little late in the day, sorry about that. I feel like apologizing for being late is the story of my life these days thanks to the exhausting work of balancing running the blog and renovating the bedroom at the same time. If you’ve caught my Instagram stories lately, you know why… we are deep in the throes of renovating the bedroom and it is hard work. I have found this process to not only be physically taxing, but also emotionally draining. It’s hard to see the biggest expense of your life ripped down to bare studs. I’ve also found that digging deeper (literally) into my home has made my love for it grow to proportions I never thought possible. Like as we were stripping away over 17 (SEVENTEEN) layers of wallpaper yesterday, my heart was bursting with love for this tiny home of mine and all of it’s rich history. Be sure to stay tuned to my stories this weekend, lots more renovation glimpses coming!
YOU GUYS. It’s officially been one year since I closed on #mytinybungalow (or #mytinyshitshow as I refer to it IRL) and what a freaking year. This has felt like both the longest and shortest year of my life. I have so many words to describe how I’ve felt about this past year of homeownership: frustrated, overwhelmed, emotional, proud, accomplished, depressed, joyful, totally broke, humbled… and so many more. I’ve alway viewed this house as a list of things I need to fix. Sometimes that boosted me to do more, but it also made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough and wasn’t doing it fast enough. I’ve sort of been keeping a running list in my head and lately noticed that I actually have made solid progress in this past year… so I wanted to share my progress report with you in celebration of this anniversary… and some of the unscripted, un-styled, very REAL stories that have come with this year, too:
2017 is the year I turn 32. My birthday isn’t for another month, but I’m really starting to contemplate my age more and more lately. There’s a significance to all of the anniversaries I’ve been experiencing lately: the 2 year anniversary of my grandfather’s passing, the 2 year anniversary of me moving back to Seattle, the 1 year anniversary of me buying my house. It all feels like some major adult shit… and as my therapist says, I enjoy tiptoeing along the line of rebelling and wanting to stay young, wild, and free while also being pretty damn good at adulting.
You guys, happy February! I’ve never been this stoked for a new month. You see, we decided to participate in “Drynuary,” which means we essentially stopped drinking for an entire month. January 2017 has been… grueling, to say the least. What a month to take go on a wine hiatus. But it wasn’t all bad; I learned a LOT about myself, my habits, and how I practice self-care in general. A lot of you were really encouraging (especially on Instagram where I was most vocal/complain-y), so I thought a recap of sorts was a good idea.
Over the past few months, the boyfriend and I have been discussing moving in together. Yup, COHABITATION. Big steps. I mean, we basically already live together because I have a comfortable house and he has a sailboat that isn’t the warmest during the winter months. We eat our meals together, our dogs are always together, we share laundry duties. On some practical level, cohabitation is nothing especially new… but putting a label on it is, especially in #mytinybungalow. Did you know that it doesn’t have a single closet and measures at 640 sqft total? And those are just my practical thoughts. There are so many other things to think about… perhaps you guys have some advice?