The reason for the room
A space of my own.
I wanted to create a space of my own. Something I had ownership of, completely.
The last few years brought more change than I expected. Some people I cared deeply about are no longer here. Some relationships reached their natural conclusion. A few plans I thought were permanent turned out to be temporary.
What surprised me was discovering what remained afterward: curiosity, the desire to build, the instinct to preserve, and the quiet joy of sharing a good story with the right people.
So this site is a marker in the sand. A front porch. A workshop light left on. A small corner of the internet that exists because I wanted it to exist.