The apartment finally feels like mine

Three months of boxes in corners and it happened without me noticing — I made tea this morning and just stood in the kitchen for a minute, not going anywhere, not fixing anything. It felt like the place had quietly agreed to have me.

I think it was the plant. Or maybe it was finally hanging the one photo that's been leaning against the wall since March. Small things, but the room looked back at me differently after.

Anyway. I wanted to write it down, because I know in a month I'll forget there was ever a version of this place that felt temporary. This is the proof it happened.