Thursday, March 19, 2015


Oh internet peeps, whoever you are wherever you are, I do not know what to do.

Life is so very good. The other day I went on a very long hike that involved water streams, salamanders, waterfalls, and dear friends. Today my whole body aches but it is the good kind of ache. I have eaten so much good food. I’ve tasted Earl Grey Pie and I am a changed woman.

Life is on a speed-dial pause. We still haven’t heard back yet about the offer we made on a potential new home. But our apartment is emptying, yet filling up. It seems like the more things I take down and pack, the more boxes pile up all around our space. The lease will still end when it ends even though we’re in limbo. Also, Russell’s birthday is coming up and it’s weird to think that I’ve known this man since he was 20 and in a couple weeks he will be 26. But I swear, when we’re on the couch/car/bed together, time stops.

In a sense, it is the best of times, it is the worst of times. The best because anything can happen. The worse because anything can happen. I am very content yet sometimes I want more. I am happy most days but occasionally melancholy. I write then stop. I read then stop. I am either doing everything at once or nothing at all.

I want to decorate a home--to fill it with flowers and curtains and guests (and maybe, one day, babies). I also do not want any responsibilities. I want to grow old with Russ. I also want to stay this way forever with Russ. Want, want, is just too easy to keep wanting.

I picked up my old journals the other day and felt a deep pang in my heart for the girl I used to be. Silly, too self-conscious, ambitious, shy, and everything I am still now but hopefully wiser by a teeny tiny bit. I am very sentimental. I think that’s how writers are like though--or actually any human being if they were just honest about it. I do not ever regret feeling too fully about anything. It is worth it.

Anyways, I ramble the last bit because I think it’s okay to feel the little bit of nagging yet welcomed melancholy. It forces me to reflect and write so that I can understand where it stems from. Right now, I think it stems from the speed-dial pause I am currently in life. Everything is speeding past except for the things I want to slow down. But then again, we can only get the good kind of aches in life when we force ourselves to climb the mountain. The view is so gosh-darn beautiful though. Salamanders and all.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


It's been a whirlwind of crocheting and knitting. I've started packing a few of our belongings which of course means finding old toys I've forgotten about for the past year. I finally got around to my giant box of yarn and there are so many fun colors and textures!

I was also lucky enough to go to a crocheting/knitting night with some of the ladies from my bible study. One of them even taught me how to crochet a flower. I'm still not super good at it but I'm practicing. Also, I learned how to make bows. There will be lots of knitted bows and crocheted flowers around our apartment.

Russell gets around to his woodworking when we have downtime. One of his coworkers even inquired about getting two planters. And we also have another friend who is interested in the wooden rings he makes. Very exciting. It's enough to keep us giddy.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Is two months before our lease ending too early to start packing?

I've taken down a majority of our wall decor. I've emptied some of our cabinets. And I've started on the kitchen. By the end of March, this tiny apartment will be almost empty. Russell says it'll be a sad, empty April.

No, we don't know yet where we're going to end up. There are just too many possibilities and we are equally excited about all of them. We excite so easily, and I love this about us. I'm so happily content at where we are--boxes and all.

Thursday, February 26, 2015


I finally got back into doing my daily devotions at a regular time (mornings on the patio). I am trying to be intentional about my devotions and I notice it makes a big difference. When I don't start my day reading my daily devotional book + a chapter from a book of the bible, I am more irritable. I forget to be thankful. I don't like being whiny or mopey because there's so much to be thankful for.

However, I am reminded as well that there is a time for everything--a time to weep and a time to laugh. And today in my morning devotions, I was reminded that Christ comforts and restores us. And that my friends, made the whole difference in my day. I can be sad for a time and even then Christ is there to bring me back up.

I am so loved. I have the best husband ever. I know, I sound like every other happily married person but a happy, healthy marriage is a good marriage. A husband who fights for you, protects you, honors you, loves's the best feeling in the world. Again, it reminds me of how Jesus fights for our souls. Being married is my little glimpse into heaven. I am astounded that if Russell can love me this much, how much so our Father in heaven loves us.

Because I work from home now, I try to also be more intentional about meeting up with friends. [Sidenote: Sorry for bugging you all but quality time is like #1 in my love language and I cannot get enough of you guys] You ladies are the best. Seriously. You may not know it, but every time I hang out with one of you, it brightens my day. I am reminded by how beautiful (inside and out) all my friends are. I purposely keep friends close who I know challenge me and help me into a better person. I am continuously encouraged. So whether it's on a hike, in a cafe, during dinner, or in a picnic, thank you.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Planters and Painting

Here's the planter Russell made with the plant we purchased:

Looks simple and elegant enough. We also like it with the other plant we bought. I have better pictures/angles loaded onto the Etsy shop: Wall Planter w/ Mirror

We had fun thinking up this idea and putting it together. Also, Russell has been obsessed with making planters lately...

Anyways, we're all set with sending that off as a birthday present. I painted the card (the green stripy one next to the plant). I'm telling you, watercolors is fun but the most I can do are the most basic design.

Painting is messy but the end result is pretty. Of course, it made me think that painting is like life. We're all messy and all over the place, but in the end, everything is made beautiful in its time.