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📍Chestnut Ridge – Home Lot 🛋️ #DreamspaceChronicles #HeartsInProgress #LivingRoomDreams

Tonight, I gave Eliza the keys to my cottage. It’s humble—half-gabled, mostly hand-built, cluttered with pet fur and paint tubes. But it’s mine. And I wanted her to feel welcome in it.

She didn’t flinch. She looked around like the creaking walls were charming, like Sweepy was an old friend, like Grace and Monet were royalty (which, fair). She smiled. Said, “It’s you. I love it.”

And then—we stopped dancing around it. We let the tension melt into something warm and real. We kissed. We WooHoo’d. It was soft and good and maybe… important.

But afterward, while I dozed in the afterglow of it all, she left. It was late. Maybe that’s all it was. But I watched the door longer than I needed to. Just in case it opened again.

Still, I don’t regret a thing.

She is kind. She is here. Maybe not in every moment, but in the ways that matter. And I’m learning that love doesn’t always mean permanence. Sometimes it just means presence, and permission to be yourself.

Next goal: A living room. Somewhere soft to sit with the people I care about. Somewhere to share tea and silence and stormy nights without words. A space that invites someone to stay.