When Anel and I were 25 and dating in Manhattan, we used to paint a picture of our fantasy life one day in the future. We wanted a house outside of the city with lots of land, two kids (still working on that one!), a dog, jobs that we loved... and a vegetable garden.
He grew up on a farm and has talked about building this since the day I met him.
Now that's one blog post title I never thought I'd write...
But here we are. And protective face coverings aren't going away anytime soon. The CDC now recommends that children over 2 years old (which includes my daughter) wear masks if they're in a setting where they might not be able to stay 6 feet away from other people.
When we first went into lockdown in March, I wrote a post about how to handle anxiety during COVID. I still refer back to those tips, but after almost two months and it has gotten harder and harder for me to feel sane. To be honest, during those first few weeks I was ok. Like many of you, I was running on adrenaline.
When we first looked at our house, one of the things we loved most about it was the little quirks and corners that didn't fully make sense at first glance... like this teeny tiny screened porch off of our living room. We went back and forth on what to do with it because it can't fit all that much.
