T unpacked some glassware and placed a few bottles by the windowsill.
Every afternoon, the sun catches them and casts the most beautiful rainbow against the wall.

I’ve been missing my old apartment lately — a sentimental stronghold, or something.
I never imagined I could get so attached to a physical space.

But then, I look over to that little corner of colours. In our new little corner of the world.
And I think to myself, “This place is starting to feel like home.”