Location: Oak Park, Illinois
For a few long months after I moved into my apartment last winter, I dreaded coming home each night. I’d just lost a spacious dream apartment in a devastating breakup. I’d lost the sunny windows and the working fireplace. And I’d lost the man I’d planned to come home to for the rest of my life.
So opening the door to my empty new unit led to countless evenings of crying under the covers in my tiny bedroom. Eventually, I realized my bed would be my scene for a while. On Saturday mornings, I was going to be reading magazines in my pajamas instead of brunching with my boyfriend. On weeknights, I was going to be unwinding among my throw pillows with a podcast instead of cuddling with my ex on our old couch in our old apartment.