Day one of living in my own house. The morning started the way every good day should: with her — and with a 10-minute orbitrek ride that felt like a small revolution.
The kitchen got scrubbed, the bathroom got its share, and somewhere between the silicone by the bathtub and a playlist moment, she added Your Hero by Eagle-Eye Cherry to our shared playlist. I heard it — and I heard her.
The first post went up tonight, about the woman who gave me this home. This one is about the day itself: the routine, the dust, the music, the love. Small things. Real things.
Day one. The house is alive.
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