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I'm the tourist on the metro, lover of markets and dresses, a writer in the local coffee shop, and the friend who is always up for a picnic and conversation. 

More recently, making the journey through loneliness to write a book.


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From Dreamer to Homeowner

From Dreamer to Homeowner

Hey you,

At the beginning of the year I bought one of those awesome planners that helps you to also work out goals and vision for the next 1-5 years. As part of this, there was a page dedicated to “word vomit.” Start writing and don’t stop to think once, write an ideal day in your life as-fast-as-you-can. The everyday, the mundane, and of course it must be glorious.

I finished, and behold it was paragraph after paragraph after paragraph of rooms in my house, and friends in them. Music was also there. Good food, naturally. I had tried to get away from it and write about things to achieve in work and travel, but it just wouldn’t come. Instead it was all about home.

Fine then. I put buying a house into my 1-5 year plan. Before that, was going to France to live for half a year. Before that, was saving lots of money.

Henk, henk.

3.78 months later “my” house, no actually, my house came for sale and an offer was made. What madness is this? I had prioritized goals, dangit. One mustn’t mess with goals…

Or does one?

Two things have occurred to me as life lessons I must assimilate into how I live.

  1. It is essential to keep dreams around, for they lead to visions, and with hard work, visions become reality. We guide our own reality with what we allow ourselves to dream, and the value of dreams is measured by the amount of hard work we’re willing to do to birth them.

  2. Stay open and flexible. In other words, don’t stick too closely to the ordered goals. Doing that means I would’ve missed this house I’ve always wanted, because if sticking to the order of things is important I would’ve gone to France and Spain first and missed a heart’s desire. France will probably still be there later. If we can let go of timeline, life relaxes.

Last night some friends came over, bearing rhubarb crisp and practical knowledge and helped me turn my dream of a house into a home. I snapped a photo and was stopped in my proverbial tracks to remember:

…this is what I envisioned five months ago. Friends. Home. Beauty. Food. Peace.

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Photo up top by Anete Lūsiņa

Buying a House as a Single Girl

Buying a House as a Single Girl