On Saturday, I built myself a bookcase.


I’ve been living out of boxes since September, but before that it was January to July. I put up some paintings on the walls (thanks to baby sister). I lit a couple candles.

new place

My roommates are making an herb garden on our deck.


In the mornings, I get splashed by light while I do yoga. My cat has been dashing all over the apartment in the middle of the night, chasing her catnip-stuffed squirrel toy.

I’m not out of the woods yet, but I’m taking a deep breath to appreciate this moment. Thank you to everyone who helped get me to this point. I can feel my mind relaxing, settling. Order and light and a door of my own to close? Bliss.


  1. Elisabeth Lore
    Posted March 6, 2014 at 4:02 pm | Permalink

    I’m so happy for you! Being without a door to close against the business of the world is so unsettling, especially for those of us who enjoy being alone to think and write.

  2. Thomas Bricker
    Posted March 7, 2014 at 4:56 pm | Permalink


  3. Kate Ulrich
    Posted March 8, 2014 at 11:09 pm | Permalink

    Light. 🙂

  4. Posted March 13, 2014 at 1:47 pm | Permalink

    Now that is cool. I recently built an odd shaped end table to fit in the odd shaped space behind our door. Good job!