I was so eager that I sprained my toe stepping into this home. I pretended I didn't, however, because I didn’t want the realtor to think I was an idiot that couldn’t walk through a door, and then afterwards, I hobbled the few blocks back to work and told my beloved work pals, "I think I found her". I write this post to celebrate the first half year of many I will be here in my sweet home.

Much of this journey has been about slowing down, and completing tasks in small, incremental steps. It is driving me nuts. My baseline is a hyper one. I want what I want when I want it. But cultivating the earth doesn't work that way, so like I said, I wasn’t going to plant a garden this year, and then I watched Zach Galifianakis’ gardening show on Netflix and now I’m here to tell you about my peas.

To be pulled out of my head straight into wildness a hop, skip and jump from where I slumber is 1) a fact of life my inner child is so curiously perplexed about being blessed with and 2) essential to my wellbeing.