I chose it because the windows were tall, the hallways were uncomplicated, and there was space for a desk near the back door.

It was the first home I had chosen entirely for myself.

The moving day was chaotic.

Leah misplaced the labels for three boxes, the delivery team put the kitchen chairs in the studio, and I dropped a mug while unpacking.

For one irrational second, I braced for someone to tell me I should have waited for help.

Nobody did.

I swept up the pieces carefully and made coffee in another cup.

Colton sent a message that evening: I hope the move went well.