Wow. This has been coming soon for almost a year. You’d think I didn’t remember my own life’s story. Or that it was too boring to write about.

Actually, I don’t believe either is true, I’ve just been – predisposed. That sounds better than lazy.

I’m an Indiana boy, born and raised in Indianapolis. I still love my home town and my friends living there, but, I don’t think I will ever move back. Before I bought this house, I looked at spaces in Indy to fix up – both to live in and start a business. Probably just nostalgia. Perhaps just a refusal to deal with the here and now. In the end, I realized I was no longer a part of that place, and moving back home was a fool’s errand.

By the time I was looking at spaces, I had already been in Washington, DC for nearly 6 years, and in Chicago for 3 years prior. My two years at University of Chicago had a much greater impact on my life than my 4 years at Wabash College. My life was pointed decidedly away from my home town and state.

So here I am in Washington, 16 years since I last lived in Indiana, 3 years into owning a home. Nine of those years I have been here. I have had 3  three serious girl friends, two arguably lost to the house, brain surgery once, lost two good friends, and made many new ones. I have seen my best friends bring children into this world. I have quit smoking a half dozen times, and run as many races. There are days I look at the work I’ve done on this house with great satisfaction – even amazement – and there are days that I feel the loves I’ve lost to this endeavor as poignantly as the moment they ended.

I’ve always needed to know how things work. So I’ve set about discovering how a house works, and what it takes to build a nest. In the end, I’ve learned many things about persistence, devotion, submission and caring that have nothing to do with picking up a hammer and nail.

There you are. Me in 500 words. Perhaps I’ll write a bio for the house soon. But I wouldn’t count on it.