Hi From My Little Cottage in the Woods 🌲✨

Come have a look inside.

Hi from my little cottage in the woods!

I don’t even know how to explain how magical this setup is. I live in a tiny studio/guesthouse/cottage thing tucked just a few yards from my friend’s big beautiful farmhouse, and the set up is both peaceful and lively in the exact right ways.

I’m an upstater now.

On most nights, we cook dinner together, play soft indie music, and eat things that could absolutely be on a tasting menu. (She’s a real food person, so I am fully riding her coattails.)

There are always interesting people passing through, dinner parties, new friends, and conversations that stretch into the night. But I also have my own little nook to retreat into when I need to be alone.

It feels like the things that felt most out of my grasp in Portland (namely, community and a sense of being at home) are happening effortlessly here.

I kept trying to make friends there but always seemed to hit a wall. Living in PDX itself never felt quite right either. I tried to make it feel like home, but something always felt a bit out of tune.

When I moved there a few years ago, I was determined to rebuild my life from scratch, and I did. But I also didn’t, and that’s never felt more obvious to me since being back here.

Scenes from the farmhouse.

Now, here I am again, unexpectedly starting a new chapter. My boxes and furniture haven’t arrived yet. I’m essentially living out of a suitcase, and deep in cottage TLC mode, scrubbing the eff out of every inch of this place.

And weirdly enough, I feel okay. Actually, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. I even joked to my friend, “I’ve been more social in one week here than I was in all my time in Portland,” and it’s true. It’s not forced or performative. It’s just flowing.

Anyway, I made a little video tour of the cottage so you can see where I’ve landed. It’s behind the paywall, because…well, idk, it feels a little vulnerable.

So yeah, come on in. Let me show you the sweet little cottage I now call home. It’s not the Pinterest-perfect house I once built, but it’s real, it’s mine, and it’s already full of possibilities.