When Jefferson and I first moved into our new home in March, we knew we had a lot of work to do before the house really felt like our home. The mint green bathroom - complete with matching mint green sink and tub, the 1970s chic linoleum kitchen 'tile,' the wallpaper...all that wallpaper... ...And the backyard. Since we first got married, I told Jefferson all I wanted was a small house with a big backyard.
I have always considered myself an introvert, and to some extent, I still do. I always preferred staying in rather than going out. I would get excited when plans were canceled last minute and it meant I could stay in my PJs all day. I didn't mind spending an entire week barely leaving the house or interacting with anyone other than my husband. I thought I was the kind of person who just "didn't need
I am terrible with transitions. Some people love change, others are neutral, and I absolutely despise it. Change can be good, like adopting a puppy; change can be bad, like saying goodbye to a good friend or family member. For me, good change feels just as scary as bad change. Because good change is still change. In May 2016, my husband Jefferson and I made the decision to uproot ourselves from my hometown of Brampton
