Gemotions

The notice taped to the lobby door practically hummed with possibility. A condo conversion! For years, Maria had been stuck in this cramped studio, dreaming of a place of her own. Now, maybe, just maybe, her dream was within reach.

A lightness filled her chest as she ascended the stairs, practically skipping past Mr. Henderson, whose usual grumble about the drafty hallway seemed muted. She pictured it: new floors, fresh paint, her own kitchen, a place to finally put down roots.

She burst into her apartment, a smile blooming on her face, and immediately began to sketch out a layout on a scrap of paper. A small balcony was essential. And a walk-in closet? That would be amazing.