Sparrow in Space

 
I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who loves to see how other people live. So , here are some pictures of our new house and of how we are living at the moment. We’ll keep you updated as we settle down and make this house our home.

When we left home to travel, a year and a half ago, we sold everything we owned. Thinking we would never come back, it seemed like the best thing to do. And it was. It still is. Letting go of all of your belongings is incredibly freeing and knowing you’re carrying around everything you own is scary and amazing at the same time.

A while back I wrote about starting over and how excited I was to invest in some great stuff for our home.The furniture you see in the living room pic is not ours, we only have a mattress at the moment. Turns out, you don’t need much. We don’t have plates and eat every meal shared on a big cutting board. It’s one of my favorite moments every day and we would never have had this moment if we would have had plates. Maybe I’m scared of buying a lot of stuff, because it makes the rooting-process so real. I believe that once you’ve traveled you will never live without travel anymore. It’s always there, that small voice in a tiny part of your brain. And when I feel stuck in life or work, it tells me to start looking for cheap tickets to one of our dream destinations (Mexico! I say. Skiing! says Nick).

When I started writing this blog post I was planning to write about our new house. So I’ll end with that. Here’s some quick info:

• Six years ago, we walked by this street one day and I remember telling Nick ‘I wish we could live here’ and now we do.
• Because of the skylight, the kitchen is flooded with light and I love being there.
• We have enough space to transform one of the bedrooms to a home office! No more working on the floor! My back will be so grateful.
• Our bedroom will be up in the attic. It’s going to be romantic as fuck.
• Bathtub. ‘Nough said.
• This house is a rental, so we won’t be doing any mayor renovations

Any thoughts? Anyone else who is sort of freaked out by how serious it feels to go shopping for a couch?