lessons on home

When we first looked at the house we currently live in, I was in love with it. I didn't mind the dirt and grime and broken window in the kitchen. It was somehow all enchanting. I was overwhelmingly excited about the checkered kitchen floor, and I knew that once our belongings were inside, it'd be darling. Most of all, though, I was excited to have our own, and very first, little place as a married couple. I couldn't wait to make it our own.

Before we moved in, we cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. It sparkled when we finished, and the ammonia smell from the previous renters slowly faded. Once everything was in, it felt like home.

It's always felt like home. But I will admit that I wanted the front yard to be prettier, I've wished for a disposal many a time, and wanted drapes so badly. Our front yard is currently a space for weeds to grow. There are many. And we hang towels for drapes. But we've made it work. And really, I don't mind. Brian actually hung a sheet in our front window, and it's fooled everybody; they all think it's real because it dips and hangs like a tailored drapery would. He's a genius.

But, our house has become an easy thing to joke about. It's easy because we're just renting. It's easy because we're only here for a semester. And all houses/apartments in Provo are pretty bad. However, I love this little house on 8th east. We've made it home, and we've made some of the most fantastic memories here.

I'm really gonna miss it.

remember vision

I miss writing. I miss being creative. And yet, I'm so creative at school because I have some sort of project due in every class. But I think they've all drained me.

I start to get the yawns by 10pm.
I wake up feeling like I just fell asleep.
I just go, go, go all day long
I'm on campus 'til 8 every night it seems.

The point is: I love school and I love my major, but I'm not feeling the Balance. Where did it go? How do I find it again? It's hard.

Remember vision. That's what I keep telling myself.

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I'm interviewing still for internships in DC. They're looking promising, but I'm still holding my breath. I think that once I have my very own internship to call my own, DC will feel more real. It's coming so quick, but it hasn't quite hit me yet.

I love my husband. He makes me laugh so hard. And he's such a good support. Heaven bless him.

halloween

I was Taylor Swift. He was Kanye West. I went younger. He went black. I held an award. He tried to steal it.

It was pretty awesome.

I'm so excited for D.C.

I found this place called Lover's Lane in D.C. that sounds exciting. Maybe in the spring we'll take a picnic and stroll down lover's lane.

my mini me

This is my sister Sophie. We call her Fifi.

I found this picture while flipping through some pictures from home. It's classic Sophie. She has such energy and personality --- so much in fact, that we ask her to put on The Sophie Show occasionally. If she's really hyper, she'll do it.

Fifi is saaasssy, too. She's not afraid to boss around my dad and tease him relentlessly. And man can she stand her ground.

I just wanted to do a little shout-out to her, because this picture is amazing. As is she.

happy birthday, Jacq!

Jacque at Conference in Paris, France.

fall

*I wrote this post while in the strangest mood. So, keep that in mind.

Lauren&Mike&Baby Jack, Kathy&Christopher&Baby Girl-to-be, and Brian&me saw fall up close while on Sundance's lift last weekend. It was beautiful (and romantic --- I love being married, oh my) and a perfect fall activity. It was a bit chilly, so I wore Jack's fuzzy blue outfit on top of my head to cover my cold ears. I'm sorry to Jack who was probably cold.

My favorite part: how much laughing Brian and I did. We laugh a lot.

And our family is the best. It's the best to have family as best friends.

This fall has been perfect. The colors are changing and the sweaters and boots are out, but the temperature isn't forcing us indoors. "It's simply the best! Better than all the rest." Don't ask me why that song zipped through my head and why I felt that it was ok to write it.

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In other Spittler news, I am going to be working as an intern in D.C., too! I am applying to ten places and will know who has chosen me by the beginning of December. Hooray!

I am loving school. I am writing and illustrating a children's book. I have to read 48 children's books of my choice. My art class is my very favorite.

We Spittlers are happy as clams.