Moving Time

“Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were.”
Barbra Streisand “Way We Were" lyrics

The way my house looked when I moved in five years ago. A lot has changed since then.

If you have been following me on my social media channels, you would know there is a change a coming in the Jones household. Our time in the Northeast is rapidly coming to a close and we shall be moving on to the West Coast; California to be exact. My feelings run the gamut of excited to nervous to sad.

You see, I started writing this blog with Mae because I wanted to share with you my journey in decorating this house, the first home that I owned. This old house, whose 100th birthday is a mere four years away, has taught me so many lessons and has been a fortress in this thing called life. We moved in a blistery, cold February and learned to appreciate our doorman we had left behind in NYC almost immediately. From snow shoveling to learning how to make your boiler work, our first year was filled with the mysteries of homeownership that you only can experience (and appreciate) when you own your own home.