This blogging thing, even after all these years, still strikes a quite personal chord. My favorite part of all of this is how I’ve been able to create a little archive of this period in my life. We look back on the posts (and the instagram feed, and Facebook) quite a bit to see what we were doing this time last year, last month, last Easter.
Last year this week, we were scouring Coney Island for shells and sea glass. For some reason, our small collection still hasn’t found its way out of the car door pocket. It’s a constant reminder that I need to clean my car, and that I have another 6 small piles of glass from other beaches laying around that I want to display and give appropriate tribute to in this house. Beachy memories are the best. When and where and how? No clue. But that’s OK, I’ll get around to it.
It was the same week that we returned from that trip to NYC that our realtor showed us this house, and we fell in love with it.
From the front, not so different, but the inside is so changed these days that it’s really fun to look back at what the house looked like when we found it; we’re finally getting to a point where the piles of flooring are gone, the excess of tools are back in the basement, and we’re having real freaking dinner parties without having to warn our friends about the missing bullnose or apologize for the blocked front doorway. Although, come to think of it, there was a chainsaw on our kitchen table on Monday night when we were dishing up some homemade Chiavetta’s chicken and red wine. So… well, we’re getting there.
Cheers to many more years in this wonderful home. And fingers crossed that we never, ever have to buy another house ever, ever again.