Nesting on the Brain

Hey all, looking forward to writing again soon! For now, here’s a post I wrote on the way to Ohio in July.

I’m on the road again – hello, Greyhound. You know it’s my favourite (sarcasm font). The guy next to me has been on the road for 16 hours for what was supposed to be a 9 hour ride. He hasn’t eaten. I am reminded that Greyhound is the worst public transit service in the western world. Even the bus drivers hate their own system. Le sigh. That said, it’s cheap and it lets me get some longed-after writing time in.

I’ve been back in North America for about two weeks now, first in Ontario, then Indiana, and now I’m on my way to Ohio for one final bout of family fun before I move into my own apartment and try to find some scrap of normality again. I’ve loved every moment, but oh am I looking forward to nesting. I feel bone-tired. Happy, but bone-tired. It’s been beautiful to see my extended family and reconnect with old friends, but I feel like I haven’t paused to catch my breath since school started again after Christmas. Where does the time go?
Nesting is on my mind.

I was able to really settle in and build a little home for myself while in the Netherlands. I had my tiny attic room and I filled it with the things I love: music and art and little plants. But even then, it was a shared space – one that wasn’t entirely free from intrusion. My housemates did enter a few times uninvited, and heck. I HAD housemates. This August will be the first time that I’ll be living in a space that’s entirely my own. I can’t wait. I’ll have my own little kitchen and even a spare room for an office. Will presented me with this gorgeous Singer sewing table that’s been professionally repurposed into a desk, knowing just how excited I am to finally have my own little workspace. I love him. I have all these grand plans for the space, most of them including more art, light, and green things. I’ve been surfing online stores for a couch. I have a knife set and a glass kitchen set. I’m excited. It’s ridiculous, but I’ve wanted my own kitchen and home since I was a little kid. I always dreamed of setting up a house and just having it be MINE. My space, my place, my rules. Apparently you can’t draw on the walls as an adult either, though. ;)