From the Farm

Through the rest of the month, I’ll be house-sitting for a new friend here in Maine. Only a day in and I’ve already swum in the pond, hiked through the woods, picked wildflowers, and collected fresh eggs from the chickens. I woke a little after 4 am to a brightening sky, cool breeze, and birdsongs pouring in through an open window. The textures and sounds and palette here remind me of the old farmhouse in Ohio. I even had the same rug in my upstairs hall as the one here, and it was a comfortable memory to get out of bed this morning and feel that familiar earthy softness beneath my feet.

It struck something in me, freshly aware of how so much has changed in these past few years when I first began living out of suitcases. As I placed my clothing into a set of drawers this morning, I was startled by how dark my wardrobe has become. As a traveler, I can pack much more efficiently when pieces pair as a mix & match. Now, my clothes are brooding in darkness with black as a go-to; a stark contrast against the airiness of this current space. I remember a pale pink skirt I used to wear while strolling through the pastures in Ohio. I loved how it swished around my ankles and made me feel wild and feminine all at once. I’d be foolish to add to my wardrobe now, so close to another departure– but I’m very much looking forward to a time of lightness once again.