For me, waiting has always been the hardest part. The days before a trip or moving into a new apartment could never fly by fast enough for me. Patience isn’t my strength. I’m comfortable living in a place of enthusiasm, details, discussion, decisions and checking things off my list. Waiting is a land of tumbleweeds and stark beauty, and it takes effort to appreciate it and be comfortable there.

Freckled Nest Design is moving to a new studio at the end of May. It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve been in our current place long enough to be moving- it’s been a year and a half already! It’s strange to know that something so big is about to change, and that soon this place won’t be ours any more. I’m excited for the possibilities of the new space- it’s closer to home so I can walk to work, we’ll ride our cruiser bikes to get lunch and ice cream, we can have our dogs at the office (puppy party!), and there’s central heating & cooling included in our rent! Buy stock in dresses, friends. Winter won’t stop me anymore.

I’ve done in-betweens before, all kinds of them. The space between Jesse and I being engaged and married, being in-between jobs, and being in-between places of certainty. At each of these times before, everything felt incredibly uncertain- like only luck would bring me back to stable ground. What I’ve noticed in the past few years is that the in-betweens are getting easier, and are feeling more familiar. Right now, before we move, instead of planning and worrying like I would have a few years ago, I’m just excited for the changes that are coming soon, and in the mean time I want to take photos in the place we started, make more memories of good times here and appreciate the strong foundation it’s been for the first year of Leigh-Ann and I making Freckled Nest into something we build together.

With my birthday coming up at the end of May, I’m wondering if this new ability to worry less and trust more is something I picked up without noticing as I’m leaving my early & mid twenties behind. But even if it just turns out to be from a lack of caffeine, I’m grateful for the calm.

So in this in-between, I’m sticking to the simple things that ground me the most. Keeping fresh juicy fruit and soft sourdough bread in the kitchen, making fizzy drinks in mason jars, spending time with people who love me without tying strings to their love, and my favourite books. And trashy television, for when the moment’s right, which it almost always is.

My theory is that the more I appreciate the simple things, the more they’ll buoy me so I can stay wide eyed and thankful until I can dig into the packing, planning & list making that I know and love so well.

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