I’m in love with our house.
I mentioned it before if anyone remembers because we lost out on our dream apartment, but then found our own adorable cute “dream house” and I know a few of you wished us good luck (love you guys too and thanks for the good wishes). I was so nervous after losing our apartment, that we would lose the house too somehow, but it worked out beautifully. Haha And when I say “dream house” I mean in my eyes a perfectly sized home that feels cozy and old, with wooden floors, and yard for our cats and ourselves, and a fire pit because y’all know I love to build fires, and greenery all around, and just that feeling of happiness. I’m sure in our future we will found another dream house and maybe another but I think we all, or at least for me I have dream home for all the phases of my life as they happen, and in this phase this is the one.
Seemingly everywhere around your house forever after you put together all you IKEA shit, but the day you need to take it apart not one to be found.
I’m so amused because when Steven Spielberg was making Jurassic Park he’s like ‘I want 10 ft’ velociraptors and everyone else is like ‘Steven no, they weren’t that big’ and he’s just like ‘well damn imma put them in the movie anyway’ and then during filming some random palaeontologists found actual 10 ft velociraptor skeletons and Spielberg was probably like ‘told ya so’
once in elementary school i got a D on a test and i legitimately thought my parents were going to kill me so at recess we had a funeral and my friends picked me flowers and pieces of grass and let them blow away in the wind it was very dramatic i cried