I moved out of my parents' house at 18 and ever since I've dreamed of having my own real place. I've lived in plenty of houses and apartments since then, but nothing really felt like home. That is, until now.
When I walk into my tiny studio I smile. I look forward to coming home to it. I love having people over. My kitchen is my ultimate happy place. This space feels like me. I am in love.
Not being the most patient person has me all up in trying to get it decorated perfectly right now. But with decorating any great space, time is the secret ingredient. What feels good where? Where do I naturally reach for this bowl? How does the sun shine through during each part of the day? And of course, I need to reorganize my closet at least three times before it feels "right."
So here we are. The beginning of an adventure. Something I've wanted for such a long time.
Cheers to the evolution of this space. I am so excited to watch it grow.
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