My partner and I fell in love with our first home, a 1980s two-story residence in Edinburgh, before we even walked in. Sitting on a network of patios, each with a shared central garden, we walked through the wrought iron gates to see its enormous floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a patch of trees and immediately thought,
Just when I turned 30, I moved to the Washington, DC area to look for a new job. I had just gotten out of a serious relationship and was finally moving out of the small town where I had grown up. I was ready to start a new chapter of my life and eager to
When I first moved in with my parents when I was in my twenties, I didn’t expect the deal to take me into my thirties. I stayed because, although it was different from what anyone in my social circle did, I was surprised by how much we all enjoyed it. In this house of three
This As Told essay is based on a conversation with Sandra Bonola, 56, who moved from Connecticut to Charleston, South Carolina, in 2021, and then to Beaufort, South Carolina, in 2023, before deciding the South wasn’t right for her. The conversation has been edited for length and clarity. I am a native New Englander, born
I spent months searching for the perfect couch for my new home in Seattle and debating which family photos would fill the collage frame I found online. I bought coordinating cushions, rattan stools, and a whale-shaped butter dish that I loved. After being too embarrassed to bring friends over as a child and being teased
Growing up in a small Midwestern town, I always dreamed of moving to a place like New York or Chicago after graduating college. I wanted to be at the center of everything that made these places so attractive, from the endless entertainment options to the seemingly abundant career opportunities. However, after studying abroad in Santiago,