Somewhere outside my window, birds are singing the song of seasonal change. High and melodic, their sound reminds of childhood mornings. A train canters on its way, far enough from the window as to not disturb the birds, near enough that I can still decipher the rumbling of tons of metal machinery lumbering along the tracks. I hear all of these things, but don't see them. The shades are drawn and from the comfort of my bed, I have no desire to make the effort to release the early light of dawn into my room. I welcome the companionship of the birds and train and revel in the stillness I find so rejuvenating in the early hours of day.
For the first time in over a month, I am not rushing out of bed to get something done. I'm not going to work, taking Mr. F to the office, running errands. I'm not sanding down furniture, moving furniture, or even awaiting furniture delivery. There is no bathroom painting or kitchen scrubbing. No shelf organizing, no art hanging. I'm not scrambling to figure out storage options or designing kitchen shelves.
No, I'm not thinking about what I can do to the apartment, but basking in its near completed state and the contentedness I feel being here. I can imagine new card designs and illustrations I've been aching to tackle. I see bold colors across textured paper and long for quiet moments with tea and an Anne book.
For the first time in over a month, I really feel like I'm at home.
thanks for the hiatus from this little blog, everyone! I've really needed it! I make no promises for steady posting just yet, but if you want to see what I'm working on, pop over to Instagram (@seewhatiseablog) or Facebook for nearly daily photos and house project updates. new cards and prints for spring are coming soon!