An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

made this space mine.

Architecture books stacked on every surface. Dried lavender in a mason jar on the windowsill. A framed print of the Whitmore Estate blueprints above my desk.

My apartment is small. Eight hundred square feet, maybe. Nothing impressive by my parents’ standards.

But everything in it I’d chosen. Everything in it I’d earned.

I opened my continue reading …