when you're in love with a house

Unfortunately, I have been house-hunting on KSL for quite some time now (five years?) without having any intention of buying one. Because, you know, money.

And I'm not moving, not yet.

Fortunately, when you're not really looking for a house it's kinda fun. You can click on any listing, no matter the price, and drool over the pictures and imagine yourself lounging on the furniture that wouldn't even come with the place anyway.

Here are some neat houses I have found recently.

 I mean, what.

This next one makes me cry. The WOOD PANELING.  I know it screams 70s but I love it. 

I am sorry.

The actual inside of this next house wasn't my favorite, but their backyard situation was...A SITUATION.

HOLY WOW MAMA PASTA

DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM

On second thought, why are the owners of these houses selling them? If I lived in a single one of these houses I'd never leave.

the aesthetic pleasures of "brooklyn"

The movie, not the place.

Observe:

There's nothing I love more than a movie with complementary colors. Not to mention that this one comes with a side of teary exhilaration and little fissure-like cracks on your heart.

IT'S GOOD IS WHAT I'M SAYING.

typical summer night in ogden

 

if you know what movie this is from you win a corn dog

we drove past the corner of 21st and Monroe—

you know, by the Sinclair gas station with the good corn dogs 

(good by definition of gas station food)—

three cop cars and one ambulance and one stretcher 

and one guy in handcuffs. Oh and someone else on the stretcher, 

in a bag. The corn dogs come in a bag, also. 

They are not very fresh, but can be made decent 

by a microwave and a greasy white paper bag. 

This body bag was white, too, and the man in handcuffs 

stood casually with his weight on his left side, right foot 

up on the curb, talking to a policeman like you would 

the man who hands you the corn dog (seventy five cents). At first 

we pretended like the body wasn’t even there, like 

it hadn’t happened. Death had never been that close, 

ten feet away and next to a gas station and right as the sunset 

was getting to the good part and how is that fair? That’s all I kept thinking—I hope their last sunset was this good, 

I hope they weren’t sorry. And the ambulance’s lights were still on, 

but it wasn’t in a hurry.

being in your 20s is feeling like if you're not successful somebody will literally come kill you

The other night we drove 45 minutes to the north and ended up at a beautiful little girl's camp in Preston, Idaho to visit my sister. She wanted us to come see her campsite and watch her skit (if you do not understand what I'm talking about, just imagine a much milder version of SNL, in the woods, with girls who haven't showered in a few days).

I saw a bunch of my old girl's camp leaders there and we started reminiscing, because that's what you do when you get older. Sometimes it's easier than confronting an unknown future. I did the math and it was 10 years ago that I last went to Girl's Camp. Then I did the math again and realized I'll be nearly forty ten years from now. By the way, when I say did the math, I just mean I added and subtracted.

#maths

I read a book a few months ago and she had some radical ideas--one of them was that if you're not happy where you are currently at in life, you need to leave that story. You need to write a new one. She said "you are not permitted to waste your precious time on earth being miserable" (or something to that effect). 

I think comparison is something making a lot of us unnecessarily miserable. And for me, the #1 thing I can do to shed that cloak of not-feeling-good-enough is to stop scrolling. It's probably the best thing you can do for your health.

Oh, and get some vitamin D, cuz that stuff is underrated.