Haus Keeper
What I Read in August
2 Audiobooks, 3 physical books, and an interview that was released via audiobook.
A quest towards home in the hills of Vermont
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This Post is the Precipice
I’m writing this on day 10 in a row of 12 hour shifts, a mix of both days and nights with a double thrown in. This has been a pattern for me since April of this year: working, working, working. It started as an earnest effort to save up cash for renovations, but has quickly turned into an easy excuse to check out of my own life.
The Truth About Manifesting
I’m arriving unprepared to the blog this week. The past 2 weeks have consisted of the physical act of moving, deep cleaning, working my day job, and visiting with my in-laws. I have not had the time nor comfort I require to sit and write and muse. There also hasn’t been a minute to spare for editing any photos/videos of my daily doings into anything shorter or more interesting than me cleaning a wall for 60 minutes straight (an extremely dirty wall). But for the sake of being a consistent and resolute blogger, I’m showing up even without the formality of a well-thought and tended post. I’m just stream of consciousness writing a bit here. And what I’m feeling drawn to writing about right this second is *~manifestation~*.
So Far
3 weeks ago I bought a house. While I knew that I was getting into a mighty big project, I am still standing here absolutely astounded by how many problems a seemingly sweet, innocent house can hold. This isn’t even my first rodeo. I bought my first house in 2016, a 60’s brick ranch with short squat walls and even smaller windows. That house came with a fair share of surprises as well, but we muddled through, made a home, and learned the basics of property maintenance there. Despite my relative familiarity of this undertaking, our 1830s Vermont farmhouse is an entirely different rodeo on an entirely unfamiliar planet. My face feels like it is stuck in a perpetual pout as the bad news continues to roll in, but at the end of the day when I drive away from the little old house (goodness no – I am not currently living there!), I kind of beam a bit inside imagining what beauty she has hidden under her crumbling facade.