Let me tell you a quick story. A few years ago, I lived in a tiny studio apartment in the city. The rent was cheap (well, cheap for the city), but the space was… challenging. My bed was three feet from my stove, and my front door opened directly onto my living room rug. I … Read more
Let me tell you a quick story. About three years ago, I lived in a 450-square-foot studio apartment in downtown Seattle. My “bedroom” was three feet from my “kitchen,” and my “living room” doubled as my “laundry room.” One Tuesday morning, I couldn’t find my car keys. After twenty minutes of searching, I found them under a … Read more
Let me start with a quick story. Last year, I walked into my friend Leah’s apartment for a coffee date. The moment she opened the door, I was hit by a wave of… chaos. Shoes piled by the entrance, cereal boxes on the kitchen counter, and a mountain of mail spilling off the dining table. Leah … Read more
Let me start with a confession. Last year, I spent twenty minutes searching for my car keys. Twenty minutes. They were eventually found inside a cereal box in the pantry. How did they get there? I have no idea. But in that moment, standing over a half-eaten box of Frosted Flakes with my keys in … Read more
