six months ago if you would have told me i’d be writing from my new home right now, i would have laughed (and probably rolled my eyes, if you were my husband, cause that’s how those conversations went for approximately two years while he did his best to talk me into selling our town home). i am terrified of moving. i moved a lot when i was little, which wasn’t always “fun,” and i guess you could say the sentiment stayed with me all these years. so every time he opened Zillow, every time we talked about realtors, every time moving came up in general, i tried my best to avoid it.
although i knew it to be imminent, i was dreading selling our first home together. we got married while in that house. we found big kid jobs in that house. we laughed and cried and made wonderful, everything memories there. but i knew it wasn’t our “forever” house. so when we put it on the market and 48 hours later someone else owned that house, “basket case” would have been a very accurate depiction of my entire being for the next three months.
this dining room, however, the first room we officially “finished” in our new home, is making all those feelings seem so far away. if you wondered where i was all summer, fall and beginning of winter. i was moving. i was moving out of one house and into another (and then another). all while searching frantically for our dream home. something with character, charm and above all located in a neighborhood where we could feel safe, welcome, content for a long, long time.
when i walked into the open house that would later become our home (by myself, coincidentally, Mike was traveling), i knew there was no turning back from this one. and we got it. and now it’s ours, forever and ever.
she was built in 1925 (she’s a girl, obviously, only a girl could have bones like this) and she’s a pretty little Spanish Colonial Revival beauty. a traditional California bungalow on the outside, but all 1920s goodness on the inside. and we’re already so in love. we’ve done a lot of “settling” over the last month, and slowly but surely everything is coming together just as we’d hoped. but what’s funny is even on the first night, with a mattress and no bed frame, with a rug, but no couch and with a dining room table, but no chairs – she still felt like home. we have chairs, now. and a bench, and a couch, too – we even redid our kitchen, which i can’t wait to share with you soon. but in the meantime, welcome to our home. stay a while, won’t you? xo, mo.
Table: West Elm | Bench: West Elm | Chairs: West Elm here and here | Shelves and table runner are also West Elm, old (are you sensing a theme here?) | Candlesticks: vintage via Rejuvenation (gotcha!) | this post is not sponsored, but man i wish it was! furniture is expensive, you guys!