Returning to Earth.
As is with most major things that happen in our life, we had very little warning that our house was going to sell. It really wasn't even on the market. It was a pocket listing. And by pocket listing I mean, I had a few friends express interest in in a very casual, 'if you ever decide to sell, call us first" kind of way. One of those friends started a FSBO site and asked to use the photos from our VRBO listing (hey I'm not one turn down 2k during a concert weekend!) for a "listing" on the new site. I said sure and thought nothing of it. Until a former photography client of mine saw the photos a couple weeks later and asked to come look at it. They came on a Friday evening and we had an offer by Sunday morning at almost full asking price with additional money to keep all the furnishings. The closing took a few months while they sold their house, and it was extremely appreciated because when you really haven't entertained the thought of selling your home, having a while to process letting go of a project you conceived and birthed, not to mention the place your daughter walked her first steps, it took some time to adjust to.
There's a joke in my family that we all get new careers every 10 years. My mom was an airline pilot, then a marketing executive, and now goes on Fox News to talk about plane crashes. My aunt Jennifer was a paleontology professor and then became a novelist. My grandfather was an FBI agent turned attorney and his wife, my beloved grandmother Marjorie, owned an interior design shop and then after he died young, went back to school and became a college chemistry professor. So I guess it's only fitting that I'm embarking on my 3rd (4th?) profession since college? In all honestly though, this is what I have felt I meant to be since I was a little girl when my favorite pastime besides setting up elaborate houses for my Barbies, was drawing doll-house view sketches of homes. I got into photography because I always felt this compulsion to document the beauty I saw in life. My mom and I had a long chat not too long ago about trying to find your id in life. (Freud's concept of a human's basic instinctual drive) and what we each thought ours was. After some discussion, I settled on that mine is to make everything beautiful. It's why I take photos, it's why I hated TV news, (decidedly not beautiful) and it's why even after starting a successful event rental business I still can't itch that scratch that calls from inside to make everything I encounter aesthetically pleasing. It's a scary undertaking though, putting yourself out there and exclaiming, "I think this is beautiful and you should too!" I guess that's why re-starting this blog and giving it an actual direction towards home design has been on my to-do list for a year and I've just finally worked up the courage and actually set aside the creative free space to focus on it. So this is my intention I'm putting into the universe...I want to evolve from capturing the beauty in life to creating it. I hope you enjoy.