A few winters ago I hit a strange kind of restlessness with my house. Nothing was actually wrong with it,

The first time I really thought about my driveway entrance was the day I put my house up for sale.

I still remember the first time I hacked an IKEA piece. It was a plain white KALLAX shelf, the kind

I still remember the first time I walked into a friend’s house after she got back from a long trip

My basement used to be the kind of room nobody wanted to spend more than five minutes in. Exposed pipes,

When I first moved into my old house, the ceilings were the one thing I couldn’t stop staring at —

We hosted our first real dinner party in this house before the dining table had even arrived. Six people, folding

My mother-in-law walked into my laundry nook last spring, looked at the stacked washer and dryer crammed under the stairs,

My living room used to feel like an obstacle course. Every piece of furniture had a corner, and every corner

There’s a corner in my apartment that used to be the emptiest, most awkward spot in the entire place, wedged