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A Space Opens Up ...

Put in an application today to rent a tiny efficiency apartment in the walk-out basement of a 1920s bungalow in a quiet older neighborhood in my town.  It opens out onto a lush garden that is home to two chickens -- the upstairs tenants are into urban farming.

My Significant Mother thinks I'm a fool to spend money like this, with the economy what it is.  But even in a 3-bedroom condo, living with another person takes its toll.  I need the separate space, a cloistering.

Committing to create a separate, dedicated space -- of whatever size or shape! -- takes just as much faith in the unknown as smoothing out a new sheet of paper or  opening a new file on the computer.  So here goes.