I can’t resist color. I have to move towards it, have to reorient myself to be closer to things that are vibrant. My favorite part of living in DC is running through the Capital Hill district and seeing all the colors, all the bright doors and bold awnings. The already vivid architecture contrasts with the changing gardens and seasons an it soothes my soul against many of the things that I am struggling to love in this city. This is my favorite street. I like how all the houses were built at once, one continuous brick structure, and then each dwelling was divided by color, was set apart by a bold hue. I like to run by it at sunset and see the way the light floods this street, flowing the colors out of the alley. Whoever painted these houses realized that life is sweeter when lived in color.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHomeownership (ok and the competitive DC housing market that led us to skip a full inspection), has had many... surprises. Like years of flood damage in the basement, the skylights that were never sealed, the kitchen pipes that were not threaded, the complete lack of water pressure in the shower, the apparent absence of studs in any walls (how?), and the shower door that was hung backwards- to name a few. But there have also been other surprises. The light that fills our home at every moment of the day. The different blooms in the yard that show up unexpected. The tv, patio furniture, lawn tools, 12 cans of orange juice concentrate that the former owners left. The neighbors that have been a welcoming. The way a place can become home so quickly and deeply and happily and expensively and surprisingly.This fall sight on my doorstep is the most beautiful thing. I find reasons to walk outside and analyze my mums multiple times each day, constantly moving pumpkins and turning squirrel bite marks to the back. The kids have picked up on it, and Henry heads outside “just go see if the mums look pretty” and Etta is always pulling off blooms to bring to me. We all love climbing through flowers to come home. Really wanting November to go as slowly as possible.