Nomad No More

My least favorite part about undergrad (and, let's face it: it was most certainly not the "best time of my life" as I was promised) was being a nomad. Every eight months for four years (six with grad school and more than that with summer internships and the like) everything I owned had to packed up and hauled to the next temporary residence.

The thing I wanted most (besides a good night's sleep) was to be HOME. Once I left my parent's house at 17 I knew I was gone. Their space was no longer mine and I wouldn't be home again until I had my own place.

Bob and I bought our sweet little house last summer and I knew I was home. It's a wreck so I'll have all kinds of adventures to share about the projects on our list, but it was ours and Bob was here and I was here and we were home. For the first time in seven years, we hauled my junk one last time onto this sleepy dead end and I was at peace.



There are not a lot of places to hide in a one-bedroom house but my very favorite corner is the back sunroom.

It's off the kitchen and completely uninsulated but with five big windows and just the right amount of floor space for me to feel nestled in, I'm happy to make it mine for the eight months out of the year that St. Louis weather allows.
(Chuck's a fan as well; he's happy to sprawl at/on my feet or spend some time surveying the neighborhood from the deck.)


My desk is a naturally-distressed Craigslist find with just the right amount of character.

The ideal situation is for the whole surface to be free of everything but my Bible, journal, and house binder (more about the binder soon!).

The one bit of wall is decorated with an etsy print that cracks me up. Have you ever seen a bird with a french fry? Oh my goodness.


Finally, on the house-adjacent wall is the joy of my life:

Crafting and office supplies, boxed and labeled, just waiting for me to dig into my next mess, er, project.


I focus better in a tidy space. I think more clearly surrounded by organized chaos. I'm able to create best with supplies close at hand.

It feels good to be home.