Mackworth Island, Home of the Faeries

My 26th and 1st birthday!

We made it home in time for my birthday evening celebration of Barley's Pizza and Krispie Kreme donut-cake. We were exhausted, and I was a bit giddy from lack of sleep/ family-induced over-stimulation. But we had a pleasant evening at home on Paloma- laughing, remembering the week, and the year. Happy 1st married birthday- and 26th full year on this earth to me.

the scent of autumn

And so, we have moved into our new home, which I cannot yet call that happily. This act of adjusting to a new environment and situation is more difficult that I am accustomed. I wake in the morning, confused as to where I am and where I will take my coffee. I have not found my reading nook, nor my place for quiet journal moments. My desk is in serious need of organization and, yet, I do not do it.What has helped immensely has been the blessing of friends to join us for movies, coffee, dinner and a blether. There is something about hosting that forces a place to feel like home.

Another action which enables these emotions is the act of naming. My goal and desire is to name every place Brandon and I live. Here, we live on "Dove Circle." I am not immensely excited with this word, dove. I recall, in the courting days of our dating/ getting-to-know-you relationship, Brandon was quite taken with the Spanish translation, Paloma. We have agreed to call this home Paloma in honor of the giddiness of first dates, the lavishness of languages, and the Christian symbolism of peace. May this address be a place of romance and friendship, a place of rest and dreams, and a place to develop inner passions into our greater calling as husband and wife.

new paint. new fabric. new art: DCF Revamp

before:

after:

and new art for bathrooms:

who said moving was normal?

In moving from a 3/2 apartment with a huge kitchen to a 2/1 apartment with a tiny EVERYTHING, you have to go through your junk and get rid of A TON! I managed to capture many moments of Brandon going insane as his precious treasures were ripped from his hands. [I did mine more privately, sans husband and sans camera.] Also, know you will eat a lot of junk food when moving. Just embrace this ahead of time, and all will be well. Enjoy our oreo and cape cod chip induced insanity: we moved our bed to the living room the last 3 nights to 1. watch lost in bed and 2. have some awesome sleep in a well air conditioned place.

no, he did not graduate from clemson. its breitmeier's tassle.

my name is whitney and they are too cheap to get me a new name tag of my very own.

i dont even know.

more to follow here or at Sea and Islands of our new home called "Paloma."
also, more on naming things later.

It will be epic, sure- monumental, even.

The Loys of Central are moving from the outskirts back to the city center- from the country to the city! After much thought, prayer, assessment: We are going back to Clemson. It was a difficult decision- its been nice living way out here, on our own, surrounded by cows, fields, hay bales, and hippies. But the time has come to throw in the towel of resignation and move to the booming metropolis of Clemson, SC. And so, goodbye to quiet town, USA. No more safe late night walks, no more cicadas, no more card games in our driveway late at night. Hello big city lights, 123 traffic noise, and strangers on the street.

for those of you not from these parts, its like moving from Tangerine to Zellwood.

Summer Breakfast