It’s August 2021. This post is one year late.
In August 2020, we packed up a few bags and left our house in Sonoma County. Our neighborhood/zone never officially evacuated from the nearby fires that month, but it was close. It’d also been nearly six months since the start of the pandemic in the US. So at that point, we both sort of broke down from a variety of things: work, child care, the quarantine Groundhog Day routine, and the stress and anxiety from the fires. So we packed up the cats, Emilia, and some of our stuff and went to stay with my parents. It was supposed to be temporary, but a month passed, and then two, and then three. We ended up renting our house to some friends who were looking for a place, and stayed with my parents for nine months. During that transition, we made the decision not to return to Sebastopol (and our home). We sold the property in April, and sold the tiny house to the buyer as well. (We considered parking and storing it on someone else’s property for an indefinite amount of time, but it didn’t make sense to hold onto it, especially not knowing where we’d land next.)
Moving out of our house (the little chalet), clearing out the tiny house (photos below), and saying goodbye to our incredible garden was really hard. As you may have gathered from the photos I’d shared of our home, it was a lovely place and I feel very lucky to have lived there for five years — we transformed the lot into something beautiful and left it better than when we arrived. So in that sense, I’m happy.
Interestingly, it was harder to say goodbye to the tiny house than our main house — it introduced us to a number of challenges over the past 10 years, all of which we faced and figured out (sometimes painfully). It’s definitely been a journey, and living in the tiny house eventually led us down a few unexpected paths.
The family who bought our home, and the tiny house, are good people. I hope that they enjoy it as much as we did.
As for what we’ve been up to since, we recently relocated to the East Bay and are renting a house in Berkeley. (I’ve bought 10 houseplants in the past few weeks, and I’ve quickly learned that indoor plants are a whole new ballgame, so I think I’ve found a new hobby.) We love our new neighborhood, and Emilia and the cats have transitioned and settled into their new home smoothly so far.
Thanks so much to everyone who followed along here (and my (also retired) garden blog) over the years. I’m not blogging these days, but if I start up again or begin any new projects, I’ll likely announce that on my website. ❤