Home

Splitting time between Indy and Cincy has made being home feel especially luxurious. Our Cincinnati apartment is small, but fine for our purposes—it's in a good location, it has high ceilings and wood floors, appliances are new, we have our own external door so in some ways it doesn't even feel like an apartment building at all, etc etc.

But home...every week when I pull in the driveway, open the door, and put my bags down, it's like, well, coming home. I open the back door to let in the breeze, I check all my plants, I plop down on the couch, and I'm just...happy.

Everybody should have a place they feel that way about.