The Architecture of Belonging

I had just sold my house, resigned from a 15-year corporate career filled with sales quotas and constant travel, and packed the last of my houseplants into the back of my car.

I remember sitting in the driver’s seat before pulling away, asking myself for the hundredth time:

Am I making the right decision? Is this real?

We had met just after 9/11 in 2001. I…