A beginning, starting that part of life I have always been waiting for. Life has so many starts and stops, where you think you are going in one direction just to have it all change again. Or at least that is how I have always felt. There were ups, there were downs, and there were the dearest friends one could ever ask for.

I was a girl whose first home was a cabin in the mountains surrounded by the tallest of pines. I moved, I grew up, and I lived in a city always feeling a bit out place. After many years of trying to find my way I met a boy who grew up by the sea who felt a bit out of place in a city. He was the tallest of pines and we married by the sea. And we found a home not quite by the sea not quite in the mountains, but away from the city in a House of Pine.

About A House of Pine,

This is a journal about life, about making our house our home, and about making things (and finishing my many projects).