Welcome

April 10, 2018

“Write what you know” – Mark Twain

Well, hello there. One of my goals for this year was to start a blog. Something to have as an in-home hobby, a creative outlet, a cheaper alternative to therapy (jk. I need therapy.). As a 20s-ish-something woman with wifi and an unhealthy desire to see how other people live, I have spent my fair share of time reading blogs. Professional blogging is an actual thing these days (and, from what I hear, it’s a total nightmare come tax season). It seems many bloggers anchor on effortless-but-gorgeous street-wear styles, gourmet paleo (Gourmaleo? Is that a thing? *Alexa, look into trademarking Gourmaleo*) kitchen endeavors, or how to design your home interior to look intimidating and welcoming at the same time. And all those things are amazing and impressive and seriously enviable. But they’re not really me.

I love fashion and expressing how I feel with certain looks (sorry, lewks), but I’m also a mom whose every outfit is determined by whether or not I can breastfeed in it and how easily it will camouflage tiny finger-shaped food stains. I enjoy eating more than I should and love finding healthier ways to do it, but I don’t stray much from recipes and my husband does most of the cooking anyway. And I want my home to reflect my family’s style and be our own personal haven, but we move so often that I consider it a major accomplishment when I get around to hanging photos on my walls.

So, who am I? What does my voice have to add to the blog-iverse?  Well, in short: I’m a mess just trying my best. I like to refer to myself as a hot mess, but even that’s a stretch on some days. I am a woman of many facets. I am a registered nurse. I am an Army spouse. I am a mom to two little blue-eyed babies. I am an eldest sibling, a friend to people scattered all over the country (see: Army spouse), and a small piece of a large extended family. I am a Pacific Northwest girl by birth currently living near Washington, D.C. (again, see: Army spouse).

I am many things and desire to become so much more. If you relate to any of this or if you just want to laugh and learn from my mistakes, follow along as I try to answer my own question: Home is Where?