I am one for exaggerating to drive a point home, but really — this was too many beetles to count and they just. kept. coming.
This is our home. We are not renting, passing through, or living here temporarily. Just as Aaron cares deeply about the land, what we plant, and how we grow everything, I care about every single nook and cranny in this house – and how they are filled.
What is now a charming-on-the-outside//gutted-on-the-inside structure was originally the outdoor kitchen for our house. For anyone who hasn’t been to Minnesota during the summer, it gets hot and excessively humid – enough to have the cook kicked out the front door in an effort to not make a hot-house even hotter while preparing dinner.
It’s been five days, and I still wake up every morning feeling like I am in a dream Airbnb (ignoring all of the boxes, of course).
No one ever told me about the underlying constant feeling of nausea when going through a process like buying a dream home. The fear of something falling… Read more “sign here, here, here, and here”
Our closing date is less than two weeks away, and as a result, the move is starting to feel much more like a reality instead of a… Read more “A House With Stairs”
You know how sometimes the right decision is the one you never saw coming? It’s so surprising, even to you, that it takes your breathe away? This is that story.