Welcome to My Heart and My Home

We made it. I’ve thought about starting a blog for a long time, and I mean a long time. I’m not much of a writer, or a reader really, but I’ve always longed for a place to share my thoughts and my heart. Honestly I hadn’t been thinking about this much recently, but spontaneity got the best of me, and here we are. Here you are. If you’re reading this, thank you. I hope that this will be a place where I can share my heart, my home, and my love for life. I also hope that this can become a community of people who, like me, feel the most at home, at home, but who are also eager to share their love with others.

While I am certainly an introvert in every way, I love hosting my friends and family. Sharing the things I care about and love, with those that I love. My heart is on display in my home more than anywhere else and I think it’s high time I share a bit of that. 

The smell of fresh flowers, of clean linens, of dinner roasting in the oven, while sitting in front of the fireplace. No matter how simple, that is what brings me the most joy. Who knew that a young adult, only a couple years out of college, could feel so alive by such mundane things. The ability to create a home that not only welcomes one’s self home, but also brings everyone who steps through the door home, is truly an art. It’s an art that I am still learning and certainly not an expert in.

I don’t want to pretend that my life is perfect, or that my home is. It’s not. It’s the epitome of chaos sometimes, and while I know much of society is against the idea of romanticizing everything, I have to question why. Is it not a joy and an exciting challenge to strive towards an ideal? Is the journey of life not meant to help you create dreams from reality? I could go on and on, but I think I’ll leave that for the next note.

Now, I’d like to make a toast. To those of us striving for our dreams, finding the joy in every bit of life, and hoping to create a home with our hearts at the center. Cheers!