After leaving Chicago, it was important for me to create a home here that felt like home. I've loved this apartment from the beginning, but it takes me forever to commit to furniture and decor — as if every piece needs to fit just so, like a puzzle, like it's meant to be there. Slowly but surely we've added art and knick knacks, all the tiny details that make a space feel most clearly your own.
I've grown to know the light of our home, how it looks in every type of weather, at every time of day. How it reflects off certain surfaces and hides behind others, how it glows the most beautiful golden shade through our bay windows just before the sun goes down. How it warms our bed in the early afternoon and how, sometimes, it dances across the black-and-white floor in the morning.
There's something to be said for knowing a space, for sinking into it.
And there's something to be said for realizing that home can exist in more than one place.