The Pilot

            I’ve never been much of a homebody. Wait. That’s a lie. Most of my hobbies are of the indoor type: crafting, cooking, songwriting, sleeping. But I’ve never been the type of person who would choose a career in what I will affectionately call the domestic arts.

Let’s take a look at my life five years ago:

I’m a college student by day, bartender by night. I live in a crappy apartment with my musician boyfriend. Most of our money is spent on local microbrews. I exercise by coaching an archery team and walking to my classes at Hills and Stairs University--also known as Humboldt State University and notorious for having more stairs than students. In school, I dissect animals and prep cadavers. I identify single nucleotide polymorphisms in the molecular biology club and rearticulate skeletons in the Vertebrate Museum (at this point having no idea that I will eventually become a high school science teacher and tell stories to a classroom full of horrified teenaged faces about using freshly de-fleshed chipmunk skins as finger puppets). I don’t make my bed in the morning or hang up my towel after showering. My idea of cooking is heating up a frozen pizza. I’ve killed every plant that has ever been entrusted to my care.

Fast-forward to present:

I am a homemaker and stay-at-home mom. I have a beautiful little daughter and a handsome partner, with whom I own a gorgeous home on a mountain in southern Washington. I have two brown dogs and some fish. I cook, I clean, I play peek-a-boo and fetch. ALL DAY LONG.  There are a lot of days when I don’t even leave the house. I love my life, but sometimes I feel like I’m going stir-crazy.

            So I have decided to keep a blog documenting my transition from busybody to homebody. Ok, I’m being generous by calling this my “transitional” period. My baby is nearing her first birthday and I have not earned a paycheck in six months. But I’ve finally passed the initial shock that overwhelmed me when in a matter of months I became responsible for an entire other life and an entire house. Now I am able to step back and reflect on how much I am enjoying the life I’m living, even if it is wildly different than the one I always thought I’d have!