My little place called home is not exactly Pinterest worthy. It’s not a well oiled machine. It’s not all natural. It’s not super organized. It’s not super clean. Actually, take out the super; it’s not organized or clean. It’s not filled with the aroma of fresh baked bread or fresh cut flowers. It’s not undergoing any impressive changes that will warrent a “big reveal” or humming with the activity of super cute crafting.

But it’s MY little place called home. Mine to make into a happy place. A peacful place. A place that nourishes, encourages, and inspires the people inside it. It’s the place I share with my family. The place I am the most myself. It’s the place I dream my biggest dreams.


Right now I’m on a journey of creating the life I want in this little place called home. I’ve been a blog follower for a while now, and I’ve spent a lot of time reading about other people’s little places, and subsequently I’ve spent a lot of time being envious of what their places are like – how organized and coordinated and healthy and creative. I’ve decided it’s about time I stopped just wishing my place was different and started doing something to make it what I want. It will require some changes both in habit and, more importantly, in attitude. This blog is the story of those changes. It’s the story of this little place called home.