Oh yeah, we live the basement life.

I love beautiful Instagram accounts. You know the ones I’m talking about – the ones where all of the pictures fit together. I don’t. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself lol!

My pictures are all over the place. Instead of taking time and working to capture the perfect picture that will fit with all the rest, I find the moment to capture that I want to remember forever. Those moments where time is slow, and sweet, and the closest thing to my “perfect.” The moments where your feelings are kind to you. 

We got amazing news yesterday, that Paul and I will be closing on our first home this Tuesday! Can you see it through the trees?! And while I am so excited to start making a home (the hours I spend on Pinterest from midnight until 2 a.m. sometimes is terribly terrifying), I will miss leaving where we are.


Some of you know that Paul and I moved in with my grandparents (Wela and Welo) two years ago, this week. We moved all of our hand-me-down furniture pieces into the basement apartment (it’s the freaking sweetest basement apartment I’ve ever seen). It has a kitchen, a bathroom, storage space, a nice window by our office area, an alcove where we put curtains up and made a bedroom. This space became a haven for us. Rent free. CHYA (that is a cool way to say “yes” – I wanted to try it). And grandparents that love us so much, and always give us our own space (except when my Wela tells me I can’t lift heavy things because I need to take care of my body for when I get pregnant).


We lacked nothing in this season of basement living. If you look close enough, you’ll see index cards that are sticking to the white column by the bookcases. I filled the cards with reminders that I learned in counseling sessions a year ago, like “you are not responsible for world peace,” and “I can take ALL the time I need.” That’s RIGHT, I can. I can take as long as I need to make decisions, change something I don’t like about myself, and learn something new.

God provided us everything we needed during these past two years, including jobs where we could save $2,000/month so that we could buy a home and Paul could start grad school, with me shortly following to get a free Masters at RIT where I work.

Sometimes I felt embarrassed to tell people I was not paying rent, and living in my grandparents basement apartment. Now I am feeling beyond blessed for this beautiful season of provision, rest, and growth. Life tends to get busy quickly, and we forget to stop and remember. That’s why I took that second picture above, and posted it to my uneven-a little bit ugly (LOL) Instagram account: I want to remember this sweet, slow moment. I want to remember this haven of a place I got to live in for two years, rent-free.

There’s a verse in the Bible that goes like this: “I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.” (Psalm 27:13).

I’m not putting that verse out there to say “wow, I used to live in a basement, and now I have a house! The goodness of the Lord is upon me” hahah….

I’m saying that I am moving slow today, and capturing this moment to remember his goodness in this season. In my own little corner of the world, I have so much that the world sometimes tells me is not enough. But I know it always is. 

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