That's my new door. Not the one with the columns and the little classical tympanum overhanging it. The door nearer the back, disappearing into the side of the house.
When I took this photo weeks ago on a sunny March day, someone else regularly used that door to climb the stairs to her second-floor apartment.
This morning I walked for the first time through the rooms as legal tenant. Empty and sun-filled, the spaces filled me with peace. There will be room for lots of thinking there, lots of writing, lots of waking and falling asleep.
I am ready for the cheer.
I am moving a life.