The house ledger
I keep the House Ledger as a way of noticing what’s happening here while it’s happening. Some pages are written in the middle of a moment, others after the fact. I don’t plan these entries far ahead. I write them when I’m moved to — often on a whim, when the house feels alive with something that came from my spirit.
Some entries capture the life of the Inn itself. Others are written with whoever happens to be reading in mind.
You don’t need to start at the beginning.
Just open to the latest entry and read from there.
— Mika
When the Heart Wants To Give
Before the day gathers its pace, before your mind begins sorting what must be done and what must be held back, I want to speak to something tender — something you may have felt stirring quietly within you.
There are moments when your heart leans forward.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
Just a nudge — a feeling that says, Give.
How I Came to be The Mikasa
No one gave me the title all at once.
It wasn’t written on a sign or announced with ceremony. It came quietly, the way most real things do — through small moments, repeated often enough that they began to mean something.
It started with being home.
With the door open.
With the lights on.
With the habit of listening when someone lingered a little longer than they meant to.
The Day the Inn opened
I didn’t set out to build an Inn.
What I was really looking for was a place to land — somewhere that felt steady, alive, and human. A place without the constant pull of noise, urgency, or expectation. Somewhere I could step into when my thoughts felt too loud, when the days moved too quickly, or when I needed to remember what actually mattered to me.
I couldn’t find that place anywhere else.
So I made one.