homeful
one of the nicest things about being back in pittsburgh is how much my house is starting to feel like home. despite 5 years (going on 6) of living in pittsburgh, this is the first year i've not had to move residences when summer came around. i thought that just meant i didn't have to deal with moving all my stuff and settling in again, but i'm realising it also means my relationship with the house is deepening a lot. it's no longer just some place i sleep and have meals in; it's part of me (and i am part of it).
a bunch of new feelings come along with this. when i cook, the kitchen feels like an extension of me -- a stark contrast to living in oakwood apartments this summer, where putting any sort of meal together was a struggle, and the knives were really good at smashing garlic, even with the sharp end.
and whenever i take care of the house (could be cleaning, could be hanging up on the fridge a bird calendar that audubon society randomly sent me in the mail, just because it seems like a nice thing to have around), there's an extra layer of rewarding-feeling for having made the house a nicer place to live. it seems i'm starting to think of home improvement as an enjoyable project, which maybe means i'm an adult?
oddly, the sense is actually "making the house a nicer place to live for someone", rather than "...for myself" (which it seems like it 'should' be). i apparently haven't got the confidence yet to automatically complete the thought that way -- but hey, it's a huge start.
here is some year-old eye-candy of my front yard, because i am excited about fall starting again:
a bunch of new feelings come along with this. when i cook, the kitchen feels like an extension of me -- a stark contrast to living in oakwood apartments this summer, where putting any sort of meal together was a struggle, and the knives were really good at smashing garlic, even with the sharp end.
and whenever i take care of the house (could be cleaning, could be hanging up on the fridge a bird calendar that audubon society randomly sent me in the mail, just because it seems like a nice thing to have around), there's an extra layer of rewarding-feeling for having made the house a nicer place to live. it seems i'm starting to think of home improvement as an enjoyable project, which maybe means i'm an adult?
oddly, the sense is actually "making the house a nicer place to live for someone", rather than "...for myself" (which it seems like it 'should' be). i apparently haven't got the confidence yet to automatically complete the thought that way -- but hey, it's a huge start.
here is some year-old eye-candy of my front yard, because i am excited about fall starting again:
