The apartment was in a quiet neighborhood, nestled among trees with a view of the city skyline. It was modest but perfect. The living room was filled with light filtering through large windows, the kitchen was cozy yet functional, and the bedroom had a kind of warmth that made you feel at peace. Most importantly, it was mine.

Over the next few months, I settled into a new routine. I found a job at a local publishing house, which complemented my love of books. My days were filled with work and evenings with a mix of solitude and occasional gatherings with friends. It was a life I hadn’t anticipated but quickly grew to love.