“Are you proud of yourself?” my mom asked me, on my patio, earlier this week.
“Yeah!” I replied, happily. “I am.”
Work has been crazy, but I am proud of the work I do. Hosting brunch and fire pit nights and rose all day fests keeps my crazy busy, but I am proud of my house and getting to share it with my friends. I love the atmosphere having my house has created for get-togethers and hangouts. I love the indoor-outdoor living space.
I love love love my new awesome blue couch—a craigslist find for the ages that involved faking a relationship, renting a massive Home Depot truck and driving it to La Mirada, and trading a street-found desk and future-brunch for my friend’s help.
“Even a blind squirrel occasionally gets a nut,” says a friend about finding the most perfect couch ever on craigslist. “No,” I say, “It’s equal parts optimism, faith, and naïvete. I have all three in spades.”
I am so grateful for my work, my house, and my friends & fam.
And rosé, naturally.
