My partner and I are moving in to a new apartment together in a few weeks, and I can’t wait. Spending a week without him used to be easier when he was working in New York City (I got used to it). He’s coming home from a week in France tomorrow and I am really looking forward to taking this next step together.

Having our own apartment, one that we get to build together from scratch is such an important moment for us. There is something about taking over new space that often leads to conversations about the kind of life we want to lead together. For us, it’s also about living out our politics and aspirations in a tangible way: having space to grow food, cook for friends, practice yoga, spend time outdoors, compost, repair our bikes, build machines. There is also something humbling about getting a little older that I’m feeling lately. I think we lose a bit of that naive panic to save the world, and instead start seeking out ways to be more authentic and whole for each other, and to live out solidarity and love as part of a day-to-day practice. Creating a home together feels like part of that.

“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” (Rumi)