Sara and I met because of a dog and a disaster.
In 2006, Sara was still directing a major international NGO’s response to the 2004 tsunami that killed hundreds of thousands in Southeast Asia, while I was working in Lexington as an artist-in-residence, facilitating creative learning opportunities for disabled adults. These employment realities brought us together, my needing to supplement my measly artist’s income by pet sitting and Sara’s needing to travel while at the same time caring for her dog.
However, I didn’t fall for Sara right away, as least not until I dreamed I was in love with her a couple of months after we met and woke up the next morning with a passion for her that has yet to wane.
Sometimes things are meant to be and lives are linked in strangely synchronistic ways. For example, neither of us was aware of when we first met, that our mothers had been dear friends for a number of years before either of us knew anything about the other. We never met in the context of that friendship.
But sometimes love is meant to be. Sometimes there’s a cosmic rightness about a relationship—even about the house one lives in.
Sara and I are proud to make our home in a downtown neighborhood, rich in cultural diversity. We live on a street where everybody knows our names, but in a house most folks of sound mind would have forsaken long ago.
Yet neither Sara nor I is entirely sane, neither willing to throw up our hands and abandon any shelter as entirely hopeless. Sara is an architect by training, schooled in developing blueprints for better tomorrows sometimes even building on a foundation of urban decay. And together we epitomize the trash to treasure mentality, especially when it comes to housing.
Undaunted, we have made our home, even as we have built our relationship, out of the unlikely love for a dog, in the wake of natural disaster. Admittedly, our house might be more rightly characterized as an unnatural disaster, but what we have made from that disaster, even with very limited funds, has been nothing short of miraculous.
So, to the degree that home is where the heart is, today, in honor of Valentine’s Day, we share our home with you. We’ll include images from Sara’s Photo-a-Day Project, some from the past three weeks, as well as other photos we’ve added to supplement this post.
We hope you enjoy this photographic tour through the home so close to our hearts.
Chiang Mai Bedroom
Does Valentine’s Day make you think of home or something else equally special?