I am really quite grateful for my living space. It is comfortable, sunny, and warm.
My couch, though old and faded, was the perfect resting place last week when I was sick. My kitchen has enough counter space to cool dozens of cookies and cakes. My bedroom has a giant east-facing window that lets in plenty of sunshine throughout the day. I have more than enough room for a Christmas tree, a piano, bookshelves, and my nana’s kitchen table.
I try to catch myself in moments I take for granted how much I love my home, and remember how lucky I am to live where I do.
