There's something about this gorgeously framed, yet strangely intimate open air loft bedroom space that draws me in uncontrollably each time I see it. I imagine waking up slowly, sun warming my cheeks and lightening my eyelids. I roll out of this cloud and glide to the window, inspired by the hustle & bustle of a busy city below. Aromatic dark roast hits my senses and I pad to the shower before a long day on the grind. A powerful vision of having made a life of my own high above the city flow.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
I'm 35, and this is my home
There's something about this gorgeously framed, yet strangely intimate open air loft bedroom space that draws me in uncontrollably each time I see it. I imagine waking up slowly, sun warming my cheeks and lightening my eyelids. I roll out of this cloud and glide to the window, inspired by the hustle & bustle of a busy city below. Aromatic dark roast hits my senses and I pad to the shower before a long day on the grind. A powerful vision of having made a life of my own high above the city flow.
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