2381 is officially christened.
Broken-in as our most special of all special places.
Warmed-up as a hideaway for the people (and animals) we love, to laugh, overeat, drink too much, sleep in, be loud or be quiet, and enjoy some of our beautiful, dwindling, pristine places in this country.
For a long time, I’ve dreamed of making a home like this. Every time Trent and I escaped on one of our wilderness weekend adventures, I’d switch on the Zillow app as soon as we got back in service and infamously lament on the road home…
“We should just move to [INSERT CUTE LITTLE MOUNTAIN TOWN]. Come on! Real estate is soooooo cheap! Sort of!”
(I mean, everything looks cheap when you live in the Bay Area…)
And now, I’ve Wisniewskied my way to my dream. Just like my father had the Mar-Sa-Li for us to enjoy our precious family time on – for us to make incredible memories in the wild and for him to leave behind the stress of his overachiever life, maintaining his balance and health in defiance of all the odds – Trent and I have 2381.
And I am so gosh darn happy about it, I CRIED, in front of my friends – happy-cried, like I just flash-transformed into my MOTHER – as we made breakfast together in the kitchen Monday morning.
Here’s to the start of when life gets really, really good. And to all of you along for the ride (we’re now officially open to all!)…
See all our pics of our Labor Day housewarming weekend at 2381 here.