our guest room is my favorite room in the house.
and there's a reason.
i grew up in chaos. not the crazy bustling chaos of soccer games and sleepovers, but the cluttered, claustrophobic chaos of depression and addiction. piles of forgotten stuff lined the living room, forgotten food filled the fridge, and i hid in the cave of my bedroom, waiting to grow up. we never had houseguests -- the apartment was too filthy, and the air was too heavy with clouds of smoke and sadness.
so i waited.
and when florian and i moved into this house, eight years ago this weekend, i knew that for me, this room would be the heart of the matter. old friends, new friends, family visiting from germany -- when they're in our house, this is their space. it's a place where i can make my friends feel at home, it's a room with a view to my life, it's proof that this apple has hurled herself as far from the tree as she could.
people often ask me, why do we have so many guests all the time?
because we can.