I’ve loved almost every house I’ve ever lived in.
Except the bad ones.
But I especially love this one.
I had a boyfriend many many years ago whose father would wake around 4:30 each morning so he could have a long slow lead up to his 8am workday. I always thought it was crazy. At the time I was a young single parent, in school full time, working two jobs, waking early to take care of Parker, getting us both ready to leave for the day and couldn’t see an opportunity to work anything else in before we left the house each morning. Almost 20 years later, I’m no longer structuring my days around school schedules or another person and I find myself waking early to have long lazy mornings before everything begins. Many days that is when I photograph or edit photos or answer emails or just drink coffee and stare out the window. I spend so little time at home that these moments of early quiet are pretty centering and make me love where I live even more.