With the winter weather setting in and the holiday season quickly arriving, I’ve found myself welcoming and even planning indoor get-togethers and activities. Last night, my good friend and old bandmate Chris hosted a “Siblingsgiving” dinner at his cozy Brooklyn apartment for our siblings. His younger brother and my brother are the same age, and they were finally in the same city at the same time.
Last weekend, my flatmate Valerie and I hosted a small pie-eating gathering at our place, which made the entire place smell like warm autumn spices and buttery baked goods. It was such a cozy afternoon indoors followed by a bit of adventure. I haven’t done much more decorating around my apartment, other than putting up a couple analog prints from Berlin up on my wall and making sure my bed resembles a fluffy white cloud. It makes sense, but the constant uprooting/moving has placed an odd emotional roadblock to home decor. Three years is a long time to feel that way, but I’ve been looking at hardwood external doors, tall french windows, and hand-built wooden furniture. It’s true that it takes more than just decoration to make a place feels truly like a home. But it’s always nice to visualize what this near-future dream home would look like.
Taurin and I just marked our six year anniversary from either sides of the U.S. coasts, and I find myself feeling antsy about planning our wedding and beginning our married life. We’ve always loved hosting and cooking for loved ones, and I’ve always wanted an open kitchen set-up. I ran across this blog called the Happy Home while browsing on Pinterest, and it’s filled with simple DIY projects for the home.
Chris made this delicious turkey+kale burger and spicy sweet potato fries.
My younger brother!
Cloud bed in the making.
I’m quietly comforted by how this man looks the way I’ve been feeling these past few weeks, preparing for my graduate thesis.
“When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
