Our tiny house is starting to look more and more like a home. Flowers and books everywhere, pictures framed and hung sporadically on the wall (I've never been one to plan out a gallery wall the way you're supposed to; I like to start hammering and see what happens.)
We love living in Raleigh, just minutes from the tall buildings and hip coffee shops. Going for strolls around the nieghborhood, spending slow Saturday mornings eating sweet biscuits and pimento cheese at a local coffee shop. Taking evening walks around the city just because, cameras in hand because there's usually something interesting to see, like the guy who rides wheelies every day up and down the streets, shirtless with gigantic American flags waving on the back of his bike.
It feels good to be out of the suburbs and living in the heart of a city. It's so much richer, more interesting. I love that our neighborhood isn't gated or picture-perfect, that there are more rowdy college students living around us than Gap-wearing families. I love the diversity. I love that the city bus stops just down the street. As a privileged white girl who grew up only in the best homes and neighborhoods, it's exciting to live somewhere so much more vibrant and real.
I guess it would have made more sense to have photos of our neighborhood and city adventures for this post, but toting a camera around on these ninety degree afternoon outings just doesn't sound like a good time these days. Taking pictures inside always does. More to come.