Thursday, December 26

This house has a part of my heart.

Most days of the week I'm fighting an impulse to leave DC forever and, I don't know, get a few goats and chickens and a little cabin in the woods.

But that's another blog post.

As with 90% of the wonderful things that have happened to me in my life, I wasn't looking for this—I just stumbled across it and said "oh, I'd never thought about that before..."

I hate that this is happening just before the end of the year because I know it's going to sound like an intentional New Year "Fresh start! New beginnings!" kind of blog post and that makes me a little nauseous. Let's carry on anyway.

This house has a part of my heart.

Some of my best memories in DC are from my backyard—lit with strings of baubley, romantic lights full of friends drinking too much wine and talking all night.

Or Saturday morning's waking up with roommates and walking to get coffee.

Instead of trying to tell stories that couldn't possibly do it justice, I'll leave you with a few pictures—the best way to remember the great times we had here.