Sometimes it’s hard to make a house feel like home.
It’s especially true for us in the tire house. We have to keep things the way the owner likes them (from plates to couches) or rearrange everything we move when he comes to visit. It’s his vacation home, after all. He deserves to have his home the way he likes it.
Do you ever think about the stories in your life? Imagine all the tales you are downloading from your camera or that kids are creating in their crayon drawings and laughter. Slowing down and embracing the simplicity in life has made me oh-so in love with the moments.
I never really noticed them enough when I was too busy racing to become this or that and obtain this possession or that image.
Being back in the United States, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the whispers our hearts are urging us to do and who were are supposed to become. Do you ever think about your journey? I am often reflecting on hopes that my gestures can positively benefit the people around me.
This week, two bloggers have invited me to share bits of this journey of discovery with them. I’d like to invite you to visit them.
When you can finally slow down to capture more pleasures in each day, home and life take on a whole new meaning. Our culture is becoming such a rush-rush-rush society. Being rushed doesn’t seem to make anyone happier or more accomplished. It usually seems to just bring more anxiety.
I learned a lot about our tendency to keep ourselves busy when I moved to Germany, as many of you know through the months of revelations I’ve shared on Making This Home. The moments in life make all the difference, and gosh we’re lucky to have so many beautiful minutes.
This is my little sister. She has a secret wish and an enormous talent.
She makes the most amazing and beautiful cakes and cookies (like her own wedding cake!). Then she goes and teaches people in her community how to do the same. Then – my gosh – people just fall in love with her sincere heart.
She secretly wants to make cake + cookie making and teaching her career.
“We’re not very normal, are we, Martin?” I said as we walked out of this little general aviation airport when Martin had finished up some meetings. We were half the age of all the men standing inside. They were chatting about airplanes and the weather (Cause that’s what pilots do when you put them in a room together. They talk and talk. Airplane this. Weather that.).
I'm an American in Berlin, Germany. My apartment is 480 square feet; the kitchen's only 36. This blog chronicles the DIY approach my husband and I take in Making This Home.Read more.
