There's something special about walking into a room and being immediately overcome by the lingering essence of its history. That's the heartbeat behind my home. To evoke emotion and make you believe these walls have a story to tell. That there have been lives lived, hugs shared, laughs freely given, and that the echo of those moments also call these walls home.
I'm a 28-year-old Las Vegas native + Nashville resident, yet all I do is daydream about living in New York City. I'm married to a pretty phenomenal guy and a lot of our paychecks go towards feeding our fur babies. I suggest Chic Fil A for dinner way too often, I'm incredibly emotional, I sang the National Anthem for President Obama in 2010, I've redesigned our home around 4 times and probably won't ever stop (sorry, Brian.), my house is never above 65°F, I always have a candle lit, I'm a chronic over-thinker, Harry Potter is my love language, I'm pretty sure I have ADHD, I tend to bake and then give 75% of it away (my husband actually gets upset when I do this), music is always on, and my favorite place to be is surrounded by friends.