Logged into Tumblr today and realized that a whole lot of life has happened since the last time I posted. Somehow, in the middle of the pandemic summer of 2020, I was packing when I slammed my head on a closet door and almost got a concussion right as a mariachi band started playing my favorite Aerosmith song outside my apartment window. Andrew went, “I know this is bad timing, but--” and then got down on one knee and proposed to me in between my sobs as my tears mixed with the ice pack leaking water down my face. All of this happened about an hour after we found out we’d officially closed on our dream home in Nevada. The next day, we drove our dog, my cameras, and all our things five hundred miles away to an acre and a half of land with a mountain house and a small orchard. In the winter, I adopted a second dog (a big nine-year-old senior lady named Izzy) and bought a snowblower to brave the high sierra winters, and we’ve been mountain folk ever since. It’s insane to think that at the time I last posted on tumblr, I had absolutely no idea that any of this would happen. We had vague dreams of moving and maybe finding a home with some land someday, somewhere, but this? Beyond anything I could have imagined.
I was seventeen when I started posting on tumblr, reblogging photos of mountains and wood and glass houses and winter landscapes. I’m thirty now, and living in the images I used to make up in my head. After the year we all had, I feel so grateful to be alive, let alone to be here living it. Life is a fucking trip.
I’m pretty active on Instagram btw. @hellotajreen for my main, and @cloudorchard for my house. Also this video is probably one of my favorites from the past year.
