Almost 3 years ago I moved into this space with my soon to be husband, now EX. It was far more crowded when he was here. This is where I started my fit journey and did my very first workout. Where my husband and I broke up. In this room I’ve had many game nights and one stick n poke session with my best homies. Fargo and I have played tug of war a bunch of times and cuddled on the couch while binge watching Gilmore Girls. In this room I kissed Al for the first time. This is where Al started his own fitness journey with me. Also where he would set up his work desk because we now live together because that’s what you do when fall in love with the person, your person. This is also the place in which we are planning our future together. Kids and a possible move to the east coast being the main topics of discussion. This apartment and this living room is the safest and most secure I’ve ever felt. I love my home because I made it a home. Now that @accordionwolf is here it makes it even more so. My neighbors are awesome and don’t seem to mind my jumping around during my workouts every morning at 5 am. I spend hours here coaching people to reach their health and fitness goals. It’s warm in the winter and stays pretty cool in the summer. I’ve felt so many feelings here. I love this place. I love the life I’ve created thus far and I can say without a doubt that the catalyst for at least 95% of it is because I decided to get sober and join that very first fitness challenge. I feel both so damn lucky yet so deserving. It’s a new feeling for me really. Tell me, where have you felt the most at home?