I get three questions on the regular. When I say regular here’s what I mean: Every. Single. Day. Multiple. Times. A. Day.
- When are you going to be finished?
- Is the house on the market?
- Don’t you want to live there?
Great questions, y’all. Great questions.
The Eastwood house was never for me—I entertained the idea but I really love my home. My home is one of the most comfortable spaces I’ve ever known. Like a sponge, it soaks up troubles and worries and sets people at ease. I’m in no real hurry to move on from that sort of shelter.
But I feel this itty bitty pull. There is this one thing about the Eastwood house…
I want to live in that kind of light.
Light pours into Eastwood. From every angle, at every turn, light effortlessly rolls through the space. I’m taken with light, smitten with the idea of waking up to that kind of light and living my life in the light. Maybe it’s the morning person in me, maybe it’s the hopeful person in me, maybe it’s the optimist—whatever it is, it’s a force within me.
Here are a few more pictures from earlier this spring.
I am not so much attached to the house. It’s just a thing, you know. A possession. Something that has the potential to be destroyed. But the light…
Do yourself a favor—live in the light as much as you have the chance.
Heaven help us, we will actually tie a pretty little bow on this project within a week. And then you’re all invited to come take a walk through and celebrate with us—open house details coming soon!