Howdy.
We’re August and Talbot. We bought a historic home in the spring of 2023 and are on a mission to tend to it, care for it as it has cared for so many other occupants over the decades. We also tend to one another, our many many plants, and our chihuahua mix, Sonny.
Tal and I have known each other since 5th grade. We decided to build a life together in our early twenties. I’m a Virgo; they’re a Libra. We’re side by side astrologically and side by side in all things. Together, we grow and change and teach one another each and every single day.
We decided to create Hungry House Living to better cherish these changes and experiences. After cohabitating and living life together for so long, we’ve learned a thing or two about minimalist living, patience, and mindful, present engagement with the world around us.
But there’s still so much to learn, so much to experience– all the better to experience it with someone by your side.
We’re happy you’re here to share in our journey. We’re so very happy to welcome you to our Hungry House.
About the House
Tal and I live in a sleepy little town in Southern Oregon, one of the first towns established in the state. Built between the years of 1910-1915, our house was first purchased and occupied in the year 1920. Miners owned our home first. They traveled miles and miles daily to work at local mines throughout the area. A son and mother lived here. We wonder if they linger here still.
After that, a family of ten somehow managed to occupy the same 1400 square feet. Newspaper clippings discussing the family mention their house, a “lightly constructed home” ill-suited for a family of such a size.
It’s the perfect fit for our compact family and a bit more constructed in these modern days.
But our Hungry House could still use some love. It could still use some attention. We have an attic bedroom in need of refreshing, a detached garage desperate for new shingles, and a third of an acre to tend to year round– not to mention the countless little fixes a house of this age requires.
But our kitchen is a work of art. Our water pressure is divine. Our Hungry House thrives over 100 years later, full of architectural details and finishes befitting its age. We only hope to honor these old bones as best we can, one simple day at a time.
The Hungry House is slowly and steadily filling our days with joy and purpose. And in return, we fill the Hungry House with love and devotion. I work as a freelance writer; Talbot works as a barista. Together, we make a decent amount of mischief when we rejoin one another’s side.
I’m the chef, astrologer, and clown of the house. Talbot is the crafty one, our home organizer, and absolutely thorough cleaner. Together, over decades of shared time, we’ve rebuilt a vintage travel trailer, written hundreds of thousands of words of fiction, and raised our silly dog since he was three months old.
You’ll see us playing cornhole, you’ll see us playing beer pong. We create meals and crafts together; we organize and clean together. Both queer, we talk about our respective places in the world constantly, how being trans and nonbinary feels simultaneously individual and universal. We talk a lot. We talk about everything.
If these hungry walls could talk, they would probably say how embarrassing we are together. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.