Jan 30, 2021
I’ve been reading a lot about wabi sabi lately. It’s the Japanese practice of discovering tranquility in simplicity, finding beauty in age and wearing, and seeing the perfection in imperfection. This morning I woke to the sun streaming into the room and I wandered into the sun room to watch the sun finish rising. And I found myself wondering what stories this house could tell. In one of my favorite book series’, Anne of Green Gables, Anne says a house isn’t a home until it has seen birth, marriage and death. And I love that thought. You can see my view of the brook from the sunroom including my succulents that have somehow mostly survived this trip across country and in the freezing cold.
One of my favorite finds so far is that each door appears to be original and have the original door handles. Complete with open key holes and a collection of skeleton keys to use with them. It feels almost magical locking a door this way. Like you are unlocking a door to another world.
Today Tyler and Calvin are taking a uhaul to New Hampshire to pick up the first load of our things. It’s an 80 mile drive and they aren’t open on Sunday’s so we won’t be able to come back until Monday. But in the meantime, Donovan and I are cleaning and organizing the things we do have from the RV and the hotel. And then tonight and tomorrow we can start sorting our first round of things. Currently 1 degree right now so none of this is ideal but we do what we gotta!