life in a post #2

Hey there, remember me? I’m the girl who used to post on her blog more than once a week.

Sorry about that, time got away from me last week, this whole settling in thing can be a bit unsettling at times.

It’s funny how being in a routine can make one more productive, while being out of that routine can derail even the smallest of habits due to lack of structure. Maybe I’m the only one who suffers this.

But I digress. I thought I’d catch you up on my Instagram life today, in case you don’t follow me on twitter.

Somehow, we have only made it into Boston once since we’ve been here, and this is a picture of the harbor. Or actually this is the Charles River, do you call that the harbor still? Whatever, it’s water.
We walked along the promenade beside the Charles River with my friend Morgan and her god-brother after a yummy dinner in Back Bay. I love the city, but it takes some planning and effort to get in there, and honestly, we have so much to entertain us in our area that we haven’t really felt the need to venture in.
I have loved finding quaint little houses in our area, and this one is on my usual walking route. Virtually every house up here has siding on it, it’s hard to find a brick house, which is interesting to me. I wonder if it has something to do with the weather, or the age of the houses. Enlighten me if you know. It doesn’t prevent the houses from being adorable though!
Did somebody say adorable houses?
I drove past this the other day and almost had a wreck. How could you not want to live here? Just imagine it in the snow.
This is another lovely addition to my walks. I caught him eating breakfast. We found a church up here (yay!) and started going to a community group on Monday nights, and we drove up last week to a long, winding driveway lined with huge old trees, flanked on either side by horse pastures.
This guy lived next door to the house where we met. Apparently there are three dalmatians that live on the grounds as well; it’s my goal tonight to meet them.
We also went antique shopping a few weeks ago, where we found our ottoman that we plan to re-cover, and literally I felt like I was walking into my grandmother’s basement. Like, I think half the trinkets I saw my grandparents owned at one point.
And most recently, we had dinner with friends of a friend (I suppose now we can call them friends!) in Somerville Mass (as they say up here), which is right outside of Cambridge, which is right outside of Boston.
We didn’t eat at Rosebud Diner, pictured above, but we walked past it in Davis Square and I thought it was awesome so I took a picture. Apparently it is one of two working Worcester Diners left in the country, so that’s cool, if you know what that means.
Other than that, we’ve just been living the life, you know. Sliding by on part-time gigs and trying to do some writing. We go home next weekend for a wedding which is fun, it will be good to see kitty.
Happy Monday, y’all.
-me.
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east side pride and kitty neighbors

I am sitting outside of Starbucks in the morning breeze listening to a bird sing what sounds like an urgent song, using every tweet and chirp he has ever learned in his life. I hope he’s okay. He’s sitting on top of a telephone pole pacing, occasionally flying up for a second, and returning to continue his message. It’s almost as if he is trying to speak through the telephone receptors. He is on high alert! It’s amazing the noises they can produce. I wish I knew what he was saying. I would try to help him.

Anyway, I digress.

I went walking with my pup yesterday morning, and I decided to take my camera along to practice my mad photog skills on some of the adorable houses in my neighborhood. I have absolutely no idea what the best way is to take pictures of houses, so I just, well, I just kind of guessed.

No special camera effects, just an attempt to be a bit more intentional with my shots. Let’s see how we did.

If you don’t know where I live, I have a house in an “up-and-coming” part of Nashville called East Nashville, and it’s pretty hip. In fact, apparently Travel and Leisure ranked us one of the most hipster-friendly cities. No big.

I live in Lockeland Springs, which is, in my opinion, the most adorable part of East Nasty.

yeah, we have a sign. deal with it.

Most of the houses over here were built in the early 1900s, some of them even before. Many are in disrepair, but fortunately a lot of them are being restored to their former glory.

the colors, duke, the colors!

I actually looked at this house when I was hunting, and it was blue at the time. Built in 1899, this baby had a little too much “charm” for my taste and budget. But someone is obviously putting a lot of love into it, and I would love to see the finished product someday. Yeah, I’ll totally be that snooping neighbor.

do you see the fairy?

I also love the gardens in my neighborhood, they range from pristine to flourishing to veritable forest, and I adore them all. Can’t see the house very well but it too is adorable.

i just wanna play in it.

Isn’t it great how you can barely even see this house behind the gorgeousness? There are tons of gardens that slope down the hills of front yards, and the commitment that must be involved in those amazes me.

red door! look at the red door!

I mean…could you get any cuter. Is quainter a word? I’d like to request that it become one if not. Could you get any quainter. I sure couldn’t. And the fern. Love. Ugh I need to get one.

My neighborhood is also hip and cool because there are fun little restaurants peppered throughout.

do you know the muffin man?

Sweet 16th Bakery is literally right down the street from me, and although I must admit I don’t frequent it, I do appreciate its adorableness. Don’t even care if it’s a word. Even the color of the building makes me giddy! Love it.

gimme some

Okay, it may not be pretty, but it’s good, and the inside is as pizza shoppy as you can get. And they have gluten free pizza! Not that I care at all, but the sign says it. If I were gluten free I wouldn’t exist. Not hopping on that train anytime soon. Not that I don’t think it could be beneficial, but I live off of gluten.

ok, at least the sun is cool in this one.

So I’m pretty sure I will never stay here, but I still think it’s awesome. A bed and breakfast right down the street from me! Not to mention it’s across from Italia. Top O’ Woodland, they call it, and I just want to peek inside sometime. It looks scary from the windows. I’m sure it’s great.

gorgeous. just stunning.

Okay straying from the theme for a second, but I’ve decided that one cannot be too hip without being a bit ghetto, as well. Once the ghetto is gone, the yuppies come. So I even appreciate my 4 Stop Market. Not just because the guy at the counter said surely I couldn’t be old enough to buy beer! Ssstop it….

(disclaimer: I was not buying beer before work yesterday morning. This was on a completely separate, appropriately timed occasion.)

need i say more

And oh yeah, there’s The Lipstick Lounge. Why of course I’ll take you there when you visit me! We can dance the night away. But wait, what lies only yards away from the LL and the 4 Stop Market?

secret garden

Don’t you just want to live here?? I do, but I also don’t mind living here:

disregard the sign behind us.

Wait, that’s not me yet. I just couldn’t help myself. These are my kitty neighbors, and I want to steal them. Actually these are three of like seventy.

don’t worry i’ll guard you!

This is us! Home sweet home. And Ayda sweet Ayda. Who could ask for anything more? Well, I could use some ferns.

love,

me