The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions! After a year or so of planning and counting down, I married my best friend, and moved into a new home with him. Starting this new journey together has so far been exciting!
Packing my belongings from my parents' home felt surreal, and I just absorbed myself into it because I knew if I sat down to think about it, I would get too emotional. It’s a natural part of life to move on, and I’ve been lucky enough to leave my home with the blessings of my parents with me. So I held on to that thought, and pushed forward.
Then came time to pack up my studio. My studio has transformed greatly in a the last couple of years, to a wall mounted table in the kitchen, to conquering the room, to finally taking over the alcove. It’s been where Bright and Blue’s finest moments to date have taken place, where sleepless nights of creativity flowed, where hurdles have been conquered, where my mom would wake up in the middle of the night to tell me to go to bed. It’s been a space where I’ve dedicated countless hours of wracking my brain, and painting away into the quiet of the night. When it was all packed away, I felt a pulling in my heart, and a nervousness in my stomach. I almost didn’t want to go.
And now, after a wonderful wedding weekend, and a short road trip away, reality has sunk in, and we are building a home together. It’s a process, and we’re getting there! And I look at my studio still in boxes, in my new home, and I’m ready to go. Ready to get back to holding a paintbrush, to creating doodles that make you all smile, and to have many more sleepless nights in my new happy place.
My studio in my parents home will always be my original happy place. It’s where I received so much encouragement to go for things, and I’ve found the same encouragement in my best friend, now my husband. So let this new adventure begin, in my new happy place! (Photos coming soon!)