I started this blog as a way to track the progress on the garden, the house, and the adventures that Minnesota would bring us. I wanted to have documentation of our day-to-day with a bit more than what I would put on Instagram. I wanted a spot Felix could come back to and see glimpses into his childhood on a property that will someday be his (should he want it). I did it selfishly, for my eyes, and with that, it should be noted that I have mediocre use of grammar — commas will be the death of me — and I recently learned about em dashes, meaning I have been wildly mis-using hyphens (thanks editorial director friend!). I double space after punctuation, I use run-on sentences, and I write like I talk. But you know what? It’s ok. Because real life matters so much more than this online, digital space we sometimes call home.
I had a call with a friend few weeks back. She started off by asking if I was truly as happy as my social media accounts would lead an on-looker to believe. Was I IRL happy or just Instagram happy? I didn’t even have to think for a moment before answering and saying I am 100% absolutely happy, content, and at peace. I had no idea that those feelings could all co-exist, especially in a state I vowed never to move back to (my 18 year old self can give you the list of reasons why).
But. Here we are. Happily embracing the heat and humidity in our non-air conditioned home. Joyfully swatting mosquitos away (ok, maybe a little less joy on this one), and gleefully jumping through sprinklers/into lakes/off of diving boards. We have been pushing ourselves outside of comfort zones, meeting new neighbors, focusing on relationships rather than phones, and neglecting all the things that previously ruled our minutes/hours/days. We have our tv laying on the floor in a back room of our basement with no intention of plugging it in, our phones left in random spots of the house with no thought to pick them up, and our news alerts turned off with no interest in knowing what could possibly have gone wrong today. And you know what? I am so much more aware my surroundings as a result. I know more news now than I ever did — but here’s the thing. The news I know now is about the people in my real life. I know how my brothers are doing, what my nieces and nephews are up to, and what makes my parents laugh. Most importantly, I get to sit and talk with my husband morning and night on our porch. I have the privilege of waking up my son (his request) to have breakfast together every morning before I head out for my commute. I know more now than I ever did.
And that makes me happy in real life.