7:15. I haven’t been outside or looked out of the window today. I know what to expect. Another day of being grounded in my own home. That’s not an exclamation of drama I’m not upset or anything I’ve lived in the south my entire life I know what these once in a decade snowfalls do to this area. I don’t try to fight the weather during this time I take a loss and wait it out. I’m thankful the power is on and my house and family are warm.

And my cat

Was suppose to move yesterday our home goods are in suspended transit. Snow came fast. Rescheduled and currently sitting amongst a labyrinth of 27 gallon storage boxes. Yellow and black or not apart of my home color scheme. It’s obnoxious. Our dining table is hidden behind a Great Wall of picture frames and sealed textiles. Moving can be a tad stressful. Now add frustration to the equation. We aren’t even placing the toilet paper into the roller. Needless commitment.

I don’t like disorder. Not in a neat freak way I like my clutter to be in its mise en place. My rooms, home and work space all replicate my energy and style. Im a little more into interior design than your average straight man. I enjoy being surrounded by certain textures, colors and shapes. I love earth tones mixed with bohemian themes, loud centerpieces and random placement of pieces of art that make people scratch their heads. My mantle before we started packing had books, a banjo, camping van made from legos with Beastie Boys action figures surrounding it and some sage. I have an old armoire to hold some clothes and camping gear using garage shelving for compartments. My first house was a bungalow. When you walked into the front door to the living room you immediately saw orange ish walls, blue in the dining room and yellow kitchen.

I was still trying to find my decor vibe. I painted a room red once. After my 6th layer of paint I decided red would no longer be a primary wall color.

I don’t really put much effort into our rental home as far as color goes I’m not painting someone else’s walls. I don’t enjoy painting but I’m fairly quick when I paint I rarely tape anything I’m too lazy.

Deli is a good extension of my taste in decor. I love exposed wood and concrete floors. My entire ceiling would be tongue and groove if it were possible. Metal components. I didn’t hand pick the tile as much as I picked it from a small line up from a friend of mine.

I smile when I slow down long enough to witness the work that came with building it out.

I walked through the new home Friday. It was my first time in the house my initial introduction was 2 minutes of a videoed walkthrough. It’s a new build I’m a “this old house” type of guy although I despise having to repair anything that’s too old to maintain so I enjoy a good mix. If the house is new I decorate with older things to balance. Old home goes opposite. This isn’t my ideal home and it’s not supposed to be if that makes sense. It’s a 2 year hotel room. I’m not expressing negativity about the home it’s a cozy place from what I’ve seen. The Gangwers haven’t found their ideal long term sanctuary yet but my focus will slowly start to develop into that function soon. Our last family home for a decade wasn’t meant to be. In fact that entire lifestyle was a result of multiple situations that seemed to put us in a bind that accumulated over time. We basically walked away from that home without waving goodbye.

That’s it.

We had a lot of wounds to lick. Healing was needed. This house was the rest home. 5 year sanctuary, it held us together.

The next one is a cozy waiting room. A building point.

I zone out at times on my dream home and the more I think about it the more I go from space, location and size to energy, practical and ease.

I like practical with a tad of senseless. Maybe a little absurdity.

All I know is I’ll have some goats, chickens and a few alpacas.

And somewhere I can stick my feet in the water. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if it took you a few minutes of driving down my driveway before you saw my house. One other must- sunrise or sunset has to be able to shine on my porch.

A greenhouse would be a nice touch.

No neighbor close by, for some reason I always have issues with all of mine. Maybe a big dog. Not sure yet we are still mourning our last one.

I may go for a walk out in the snow today the temperature doubles at noon to a ripe 32°. First month of January hasn’t disappointed.. I handle these things better than I used to.

A new Sturgill album would help.

A campfire too. Maybe a collab of both? It’ll be March before I camp again. I’m manifesting a trip out west soon with my buddy. The San Juan’s are calling me too. So two trips this year

Today will be another rest day. I use to feel guilty about these days for not being active but I’m making up for the days when I didn’t have this opportunity in the past. I’m juggling three books at the moment a bit of fiction, documentary and a learning guide.

Avett Brothers – Laundry Room ringing in my ears.

“I am a breathing Time Machine

I’ll take you for a ride”

Good balance.

Peace.