After 8.5 years in a very unhealthy relationship, I finally moved out. I left everything I owned other than my books, clothes, and a small bit of memorabilia. I spent the last year and a half living with my parents with my two young girls.
In the absence of paying rent, I slowly cobbled together a new life during that time. It was its own kind of nesting in anticipation of the birth of the person I can finally be on my own without feeling like I’m walking on eggshells every day.
We moved into a 450 square foot unit in a friend’s yard. I chose access to outdoor space and beautiful environment over more physical space. We share a room and, to give the girls a bit of their own space, I used most of the storage space under the stairs to make them a secret hideout where they draw and listen to stories.
I couldn’t be more grateful for this space, this new decade of my life, a fresh start. Nine years in San Francisco previously taught me I don’t need a lot of space to be happy. True spaciousness is feeling free to express myself, to let go, to live without fear or stress from another. I am so so grateful to be here.
Credit – Original Owner ( Respect 🫡 )
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