For those of you who don’t follow along this little blog, I committed to doing a 365 photography challenge- which is kind of laughable because in these 14 days of February I’ve maybe taken photos a whole three days. Oops.
Today, we move. No, we’re not going far away (literally two miles down the road), just to a bigger apartment in a slightly closer area to where we want to be. But it’s strange and surreal to be moving away from a place that has been ‘home’ the longest.
In November, we had the chance to explore the Northern East Coast a little bit. We stopped by New York City, visited family, and rested. I wanted to share some of these moments with you, because I learned so much in this trip and found rest.
For some of us, though, the New Year can be isolating. The better tomorrow seems impossible. A silent God, hopeless dreams and the reality of loneliness seem to step in the way of the excitement of the season because at this point, it really feels as though nothing can change. So we grin and bear it through the turn-of-the-year parties and resolutions, knowing things won’t change but deep down wishing they would.
Merry Christmas! Well, Christmas Eve, but still. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I’m wishing you the best Christmas of your life.
One of the biggest reasons we built a Tiny House was to pare down on our items and have less of an attachment to physical things. We wanted to value experiences above things you can hold, wear, and show off- and even though we don’t live in a Tiny House anymore, those same values are still close to me. We want to raise Joy in a way that that upholds contentment over a consumerism attitude, memories over objects, and giving above receiving.
I could talk all day about this incredible city and the sights we saw and the people we met, and honestly I learned so many different lessons that would be too long to detail here. But what I realized, what I’ve learned and had to chew on for days, is that it really takes absolutely nothing to be happy.
I have spent days trying to think of a appropriate blog post to write. I wanted to celebrate her on this little corner of the internet, but I didn’t know how. Should I write a public letter? Should I share my birth story? I have no idea, because even though this is happening and time moves without my say I still feel as though this isn’t quite real and she’s still only a few months old.
October makes me dream.
I dream of mountains capped with snow and wind that smells like pumpkin. I dream of smaller spaces, cozy spaces that encourage good conversation and warm cups of tea. I dream of a permanent home, and a big brick fireplace to live out some of my hopes.
But if I’m being honest with myself, really I’m always dreaming. October, for some reason, just brings it out of me even stronger.
Over this weekend I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a really, really long time.