thankful for home
On my days off, I like to wake up slowly and catch up with the YouTube channels I follow (which eventually leads to me watching as many celebrity interviews as I can handle) before getting ready and walking to whichever coffee shop is calling my name that day.
I started this morning off with two or three hours of scrolling Pinterest for nursery inspiration after waking up at 5 AM (again) for no reason. I finally got out of bed shortly after Brandon left for work and immediately started revving up my mind to get a to do list made for the day.
Then I looked over at a tiny corner of our apartment and how the light was hitting it and suddenly, I got the urge to make coffee in my French press, heat up some leftover pear coffee cake and enjoy my home.
I sat there, looked around the rest of my little home, and was over come with gratitude.
Whenever Thanksgiving rolls around, I'm always thankful for health, family, shelter and food. You know, the classics. In the spirit of squeezing out every last bit of thankfulness I can this month, allow me to quickly tell you why I'm particularly thankful for this apartment.
This little apartment was a literal Godsend. It was the net that appeared when we took the leap of deciding to pack up and move to Sacramento on a gut feeling.
This apartment helped me prove to myself that we could live with less. That we could be happier than ever with fewer things and less space.
This apartment was the first I ever really committed to making a home out of. I slowly learned to try and retry ideas to make our space functional and beautiful. I had to learn to use the internet as a springboard instead of an instruction manual. I learned to trust my creativity, my taste and my instincts. I learned how to enjoy being at home.
We're kind of up in the air as to whether or not we want to move now that we've got a baby on the way. On one hand, I don't know if there's an occupancy limit to our studio or if having a baby here would stir the pot with our neighbors (we've never had problems but that doesn't guarantee anything). There's also the hard truth that a little more space would make preparing for our little one easier. On the other hand, I really do love this apartment, flaws and all. I love how close we are to a grocery store and good coffee and restaurants. I love that we can walk almost anywhere.
Whatever ends up happening, I'll always be thankful for this weird little apartment that made Sacramento home for us. I know we'll fill the next place we live with tons of love and memories too!
