You can redesign your surroundings, but Better living starts with self-discovery
In the beginning, I didn’t have a choice. I lived in the home provided by my mother. There was beautiful revolutionary art on the walls, cast-iron cookware on the stove, and milk crates everywhere, because milk crates are like stem cells for furniture. It served me well, but loving the home you grow up in is similar to loving the nation you’re born in: You don’t know anything else.
