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I remember the first apartment I ever lived in. It had all the ambience of a hardware store with its…

I once lost a whole week of my life to an entryway that looked like a tornado had just passed…

I remember standing in my backyard, staring at the sad patch of grass that had the audacity to call itself…

I once stood on my balcony—a glorified fire escape if we’re being honest—staring at the lone folding chair and a…

I once had a neighbor whose front yard was a masterpiece of chaos. We’re talking garden gnomes standing guard over…

I once attempted to hang a piece of art—a minimalist black and white photograph—in my living room. How hard could…

Home maintenance. Two words that haunt my dreams more than any creative block ever could. I remember the first time…

I still remember the day I decided to give my kitchen a makeover by installing a peel and stick tile…

I once decided to transform my dull, beige-walled living room into a vibrant masterpiece, armed with nothing but a paintbrush…