November 15, 2012 · 11:26 am

In the first house my family lived in (we moved when I was four), we had the kind of attic little kids dream of. Slightly musty and old fashioned with exposed beams, piles of dress-ups and little nooks with windows that allowed streams of dusty sunlight. I remember sitting by these windows when I was tuckered out from dancing around in crazy tutus and just quietly watching the little dust particles floating through the rays of light.

From little home libraries to overstuffed armchairs overlooking the street below, there’s something so mesmerizing about the perfect little corner nook. It’s almost like by tucking yourself away in that space, you get to escape the constant energy of life for a little while. Curl up with a good book, fall asleep to the perfect song, or just daydream the day away.

I wish I had a picture to share of that attic. We probably do, somewhere at home. But maybe it’s better that it’s just a happy memory.

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