“Well you’ll have to move, of course” a close friend said to me the other day when I brought up our next adoption. She said it so confidently that I hated to disagree. This is easily the number one thing that people who know us bring up when the conversation turns to kids. I’m not surprised, because when we were in the middle of our first adoption process people said the same thing, or something similar.
A gang of kids plays in my backyard all. day. So much screaming! It’s great that they’re rocking out, but I work from home and need a little quiet.
Mica Sue and Stephen live with kids Phoenix, Ocean, Anna, and Garrett and pets Holly and Mr. Kitters in a three bedroom house in east Tennessee. And it’s all a bit… chromatic. And full.
I’ve written before about how my son’s bedroom is a converted walk-in closet, so I’m always super inspired to see how other families are make small urban homes work.
When I was 11, my parents got a wild hair to build a one-room cabin on the far side of the lot occupied by their country home. I had no idea that a simple building would have such a big impact on my teen years.
Our home has this weird mix of very urban (condo! modern stuff! bright colors!) and very granola (wood! prayer flags! plants!). And then there’s the part where my son sleeps in a closet…