to grow old like this.

{postcard nest from etsy}

Yesterday I nested. Finally. If you've been following me a while, you know I've moved a lot. With only what would fit in my car. With truckloads of borrowed furniture. With truckloads of my own furniture. And, then, once I started living the transient life of a hobo at the end of the world: With only what I could carry with me on foot. I've moved boxes into storage. To my aunt's garage. To Good Will. I've stored things in not-so-reliable places during the Patagonian winter months, only to come back to find them subsequently moved (practically) outside, growing black blotches of mold.

{scrub by danske}

Step one in my moving process includes new rubber gloves, bleach + elbow grease. Step two, here in hoboville, paint + more paint. Step three-ten, is moving, unpacking, weeding out what I don't really need (if I wasn't able to do that while packing up the old abode), shopping + decorating. Or, here, just putting up what little we have to decorate with. This usually happens within a few days of pulling all-nighters. Not so with our current digs. We've been here since the end of July, and I only finished yesterday. 

{photo by alexis mire}

Yes, friends, it's true. I've finally cleaned out and decorated our bedroom. Hello, most sacred space in the house. So sorry for neglecting you for months! You can feel that there is extra room to breathe. It's not that things weren't put away, they were (mostly). But a few odds and ends on the floor patiently waited to go up. Now that everything has a home, I feel like our mirrors and photos--even my earrings--smile upon us beatifically while we sleep. Perhaps they're just as happy as we are. 

{robin's nest necklace on etsy}

After all of my vagabonding, I am ready to settle down, have a porch, plant a garden, actually design my interior. It's a huge commitment, but I think I'm finally ready for it. My daydreams have always involved movement + travel, accomplishing something out there. Now I dream of nesting, discovering the perfect place to root down (and whoever said this has to just be one place?). I dream of living life; running marathons; traveling to new places + visiting our old stomping grounds, family, loves; all the while always having our home to return to. 

Have you found your nest? Are you afflicted by wanderlust?