I’ll never forget moving into my very first apartment after college. It was just a small studio with a futon in the corner, but it was all mine. I carefully tacked up posters on the walls with color coordinated plastic push-pins and put little trinkets all around. Those were also the days before I owned my own vacuum cleaner. I would crawl around the floor on my hands and knees with a sticky rolling lint brush to clean the carpet before the girls came over to watch Melrose Place. It was my perfect little nest.
I’ve got a few bedrooms now, trucks, cars and trains in almost every room, and someone to help me clean up every other week. I love my home and I love having a warm and comfortable space for my son to grow up in. Though I must admit, some days I do miss that perfect little city apartment of mine – lint brush and all.