welcome home.

After much frustration and anxiety, 5 trips from one house to the next, lots of sweat, and even more laughs, Rachel and I are in the new house! It was a dramatic situation having to even move in the first place as we had been under the impression from early January until May that we would stay in the old house. In case last semester wasn't dramatic and crazy enough, life decided to make us find a new place to live, pack up, and move out. It was DEFINITELY not ideal but the end result made everything worth it. Rachel and I now have a home to ourselves, not shared by an old roommate with whom relations were not the best. We have OUR colors of paint on the wall, OUR furniture set up just how WE envisioned it, and OUR year of living together to look forward to. Yes, leaving Marfa for a weekend and having to pack up and then just unpack and reset up house was inconvenient and thoroughly annoying. But, and it is the but that matters now, I am so pleased with the house and the experience of anticipating and then moving in together that it does not really matter what we had to go through...does it?

Rachel and I started out our college years and our relationship together as roommates in the tiny cubicle Tech calls a dorm room. We used one tiny room as a bathroom area, kitchen, living space, bedroom, closet, and storage. Nine months together in that situation and we STILL are bff's was a good sign to us both that, yes, we should spend our final year at Tech together once again. I have my lover (not really you sickos!) just a stone's throw away - I love that :) Last night as we finally settled down to watch our first movie in our completely set up house, we started laughing as we realized that, already, each of us had chosen "our spots" in the living room. We each contributed a couch and cover for this comfy piece of furniture to the living room. We each found ourselves sprawled out on our own couch last night - I guess we have marked our territory?

I love that we both have such distinctive and unique styles. Just peer through our doorways into the bedrooms we chose - each of us wanted different rooms...thank goodness! Her's has a french, romantic, and yet modern feel to it. Mine is anthropologie on a budget. They are so completely different and yet work together - just like our halves of the dorm room way back when. I love my bestie and, after her long time away in France, a year together will be much needed and appreciated.


Marfa means...my new cozy house with my bestie and forever roommate. Stop on by and we'll have a cold beer on the patio...I have some awesome retro chairs :)