And no, I’m not talking about that song by Staind.
I have gone a lot longer without posting, but usually, November is the month that I amp up on writing. This November is a little different. I am not doing NaNoWriMo formally this year. I am opting to write with Rob on a project we’ve been talking about for years now. It’s very loosely based on our first year of marriage. There’s a lot of misunderstanding and love involved. And that’s all that I’m going to reveal for now.
At this moment, I feel full of hope for the future. Weird, given the global climate of the country, and the state of things. In spite of the trauma and despair that the world is going through, a lot of things that are personally happening have filled me with joy. Rob and I have been steadily getting rid of unnecessary things, I’m getting closer to feeling like heaven is my true home, and all this material nesting stuff that pottery barn has told me that I needed is really just crap. I’ve been really trying to weigh the value of the stuff I have. Asking myself, do I really need this? I am minimizing, while also storing up those treasures for heaven.
We’ve been living in 390 square feet of space for the past two years. We originally wanted to build a tiny house, but we moved into this efficiency apartment to see if we could live in a small space and still stand each other. It was a great move for us. Not sure if the tiny house thing is still going to happen because we’ve gotten real comfy with our situation. We have two cats and a dog, and moving is just hard on our critters. With the rise of property costs in Austin, we’ve been resting in the present, while also staying mindful of the future. If we do have to make another move, it will likely be in the home where we root and raise a family. Austin might be our home, but heaven… I’m keeping my eyes fixed on it. Not worrying about my current living situation because I am well taken care of at the moment.