As I sit at the kitchen window, looking out at a spring day, I keep thinking the same quiet thought: this is my house. For the first time, I’m not living in someone else’s space, but in a place that belongs to me and my fiancé. Getting here wasn’t simple, and it certainly wasn’t easy. If I hadn’t failed out of college the first time or been turned down for more jobs than I can count, I wouldn’t be sitting at this table now,  with the love of my life and our miniature dachshund at my feet. Life hasn’t been perfect, but I’m learning to value the steps it took to get here.

Last February, Austin and I bought a house in a small suburb north of Dallas. We knew it would need work,  a lot of it,  but we also knew we could make it ours. A home we’re building together, with rooms we hope to fill with kids someday. That version of life is something 13-year-old Logan, growing up deep in the Bible Belt, could never have imagined existed.

But it does.

The road here hasn’t been easy, but it’s been worth it. I get to live honestly, creating new opportunities while still carrying forward the parts of my past that shaped me. Even though I’m technically a “city boy” now, I still find ways to stay connected to my roots, turning our backyard into a micro-farm in growing things, planting corn and peanuts, and cooking Southern recipes passed down through generations for Austin, a Boston boy, to try.

Growing up, I watched my dad handle nearly everything around our house himself. That sense of figuring things out with your own hands stuck with me. Since moving in, I’ve done more renovating on this house than I ever imagined I would , learning as I go, one project at a time.

When I’m not working on our little city homestead, I work as a flight attendant, traveling to cities near you. Exploring the world has become something Austin and I both love, and travel continues to shape how we see home and what matters most- letting us see life outside our bubble. 

As we’ve slowly remodeled this house, I’ve learned the value of taking things one step at a time. Popcorn ceilings don’t come down in a day (if you know, you know). Slowing down hasn’t always come naturally, but I’m learning to stay present, to make choices without rushing, and to build a life intentionally rather than following an outline someone else created.

That’s what this blog is. A place to document the moments that make life feel true. Each person is on a journey, and this is the path of a gay kid from the South who followed the rules until they stopped making sense.

Life does not always work out the way we expect. That isn’t a bad thing. It can be an adventure if we are willing to take the journey. I hope this space brings a sense of warmth and encourages you to pay attention to your own path,  wherever it may lead. This is what life looks like here, lately.