A Corner I Love

Before I had even finished unpacking this apartment — before the dishes had found their shelves or the rugs were rolled out — I set up a corner in the kitchen that I didn’t even realize I needed.

It wasn’t practical. It wasn’t urgent. But it was necessary.

I propped a painting I bought in the process of moving — a small thing, moody and feminine — and placed a lamp next it on the counter. That was it. No styling. No plan. Just those two things.

But the moment I turned that lamp on and saw the way it lit the painting, something inside me exhaled.

It felt like future me and current me had finally collided — the woman I hope to become meeting the one who is still figuring it all out.

That corner didn’t ask anything of me. It didn’t require cleaning or organizing or decision-making. It just was. And it reminded me that I can shape a life even before it’s fully arrived. That beauty doesn’t have to wait until everything else is in order.

That’s why I love corners like this.
Small, intentional spaces that let the light in — even before you’re ready for it.

I still haven’t finished unpacking. But the kitchen painting is there. And the lamp is still glowing, quietly, at the end of each day. Reminding me I’m not behind. I’m just building slowly — and that’s allowed.

Do you have a corner like this? A space that felt like “you” before anything else did? I’d love to know.