This is the first time you’ve lived in a place where you can paint the walls. Make holes, build shelves. Decades of apartment living, you cannot believe this whole place is yours, all yours. When you first saw it, you loved the pale green paint: nearly hidden by the willows on the lawn, the bungalow looked as if it were emerging out of nowhere, materializing before your eyes. Blink once for trees, twice for home. The inside was the same, unfolding beneath your feet, each step more beautiful, more sure and solid, than the one before. You look at the small handful of gold in the palm of your hand. You won’t touch the salmon-colored powder room, or the bay windows, or the black and white tiles in the kitchen. But this space, this one right here, you’ll transform.

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