#my space

I need a romance like that (I'm a girl)

i don’t sit with this often enough: i live in an apartment that looks and feels like it is mine. the walls house art that caught my eye. my book collection lines all the shelves in all the rooms. i can sit perched on my floor cushion, here in my living room, and a single glance about the room reveals it: i’m surrounded by possessions that feel like me. that exude my tastes, my preferences, that capture a selfhood now immortalized (if immortality is a 12-month lease) in space.