When I can't sleep, I close my eyes and walk through our house in San Francisco in my mind, visiting each painting and piece of art.
A big part of our whole mountain experiment has been to strip down and leave behind a lot of the things that felt like they defined us. In our house here, we have only two things hanging on our walls - our 'together rules' and a sweet holiday decoration I haven't been able to bring myself to take down.
Letting go of our nest has been liberating. So many precious things, so much time and intention poured into each.
I feel less beholden now, the feelings of responsibility and sometimes, claustrophobia, have been replaced by something very pure, just a straight up missing.
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