Do not be afraid to wear yourself on your walls.

This apartment is the first place I have live in that is really and truly mine. Where no one’s opinion matters except my own. I have lived here for three months but only today did I wake up and feel motivated to finally cover the walls in the artwork I own.

Its incredible how much a space can transform from feeling temporary and impersonal to a place of warmth, comfort, and home by simply hanging a few meaningful pieces on the walls.

Artwork from my many trips now find themselves filling what was once empty spaces. Pieces of my own artwork, prints from friends, furniture pieces, lights, and more now make my small, 12th floor apartment feel like a place that has personality and life. I am no interior designer, I wont find my place in a magazine. Instead I’ll find love on the walls, memories, feelings of joy and a reminder of what I find to be beautiful.

I’m not finished yet, there is a ways to go.. but I cried today for the feeling of “this is mine”, the awe that comes with it, and the acceptance of letting myself feel deserving of the space was overwhelming. My space matters.