I always wonder if I should write grey or gray. I know that one is more British than the other and I can never remember which. Oh, well. My sweet friend, Elle reminded me about this here blog yesterday with some very kind words. Sincerely, I miss it. Talking into the ether and cataloging my thoughts? I miss that. I did start trying to journal in 2017 but I turned that into more of some shorter gratitude lists, which I’m happy to be doing – but blogging is so different and I miss it. I need to stop making promises and just let it be what it is. Maybe I’ll give it a refresh soon. Maybe.

Today is such a gloomy day. So far I’ve eaten a cupcake and played fetch off and on with Shiro. For a long while she’d stopped being interested in playing but I love that she does it.

We got our date for our countertop installation and if all goes well and we can get our handyman to come the following day I’ll be cooking NEXT WEEK. I can not even begin to tell you how huge that is since we’ve been eating out for far, far too long.

I still can’t believe this is our house. Still. For all of it’s imperfections and all of what we have left to do – I love it. I love having this space in the world with The Ethiopian. I love that we can do whatever we want (when money allows!) and it’s ours. OURS!

I’ve been talking (on twitter) about starting a blog or a category on this blog that would cover our home-buying and subsequent renovations. I’ve drafted a bunch of things in my head but if you look at the last time I posted, you’ll see that those posts never came to fruition. Oops!

We closed on our house August 24th and we moved into it about 2 weeks later. It’s livable BUT there is work to do in order to make it ours.

Currently we are a mess of boxes, bins and just… stuff everywhere. But it’s ours and that feels good. There hasn’t really been much to show because we’re in a perpetual state of waiting on contractors and bids and emails and phone calls, and, and, and.

All of this to say I WILL be sharing with you guys and I have been so appreciative of your well wishes, kind thoughts and  gifts – thank you!

I know that buying a house is a big deal…HUGE, really. Where do we live? How can we get the most house for our money? Do we really need this many bedrooms? Do we absolutely need to have a basement? How long can we (The Ethiopian) commute?

All of these questions lead to conversations which sometimes spill over into heated arguments about sacrifice and ultimately, what this home can and will be for us. I’m not sure if I’ve said this (and I’m too lazy to go back and look) but the plan is that this is not our forever home but we’re looking for it as if it were going to be because you just never know. Having to see house after house and asking yourself every time – can I see myself here? Could we be happy here? I do not understand people who say that they enjoy this process, I am not one of you. I have never been so tired of looking at Redfin/Realtor/Trulia/Zillow and Google Maps and MLS Listings and, and, and.

Of course, I’m using pinterest to tuck away little bits of inspiration in hopes that sooner, rather than later, I’ll get to use them. It has never been my dream to own a home – is that weird? Probably so. I know that it’s a fundamentally sound investment and all of the other technical stuff but from a strictly emotional standpoint? Never really seemed high up on the to-do list, but here we are.

Tomorrow our house count will push up over 20, there are few that are promising and one that I LOVE so I’m hoping when I wake up, no one has already put an offer on it (this happens SO OFTEN in this area!). If you’re a praying person, send me up one and if that’s not your thing, I’ll take a good thought or some positive energy!