24/06/2025
"The Light Through the Window"
When Liza first moved into her small studio condo in the heart of the city, she felt unsure. The space was nothing like the family home she grew up in — no garden, no wide-open windows with mountain views. Just a 24-square-meter room on the 18th floor with white walls, a small kitchenette, and a window overlooking a sea of buildings.
At first, it felt lonely. The elevator rides were quiet, the hallway echoing with distant footsteps, and the nights filled with the hum of city life. She missed the noise of her siblings, the scent of her mom’s cooking, and the warm chaos of home.
But slowly, things began to change.
Each morning, Liza would wake up to sunlight peeking through her window, gently lighting up her little space. She began to notice how peaceful her mornings were — just her, her coffee, and the soft glow of dawn. She started growing a few herbs by the window, their green sprigs adding life to her kitchen. She filled her shelves with books, art, and little notes that reminded her of her purpose.
She learned to appreciate the sound of rain against the glass, the way the city lights twinkled at night like stars, and the quiet moments of solitude where she could hear her own thoughts clearly — perhaps for the first time.
Living in her condo taught her that gratitude doesn’t always come from grand things. Sometimes, it’s in the ordinary — the comfort of a soft bed after a long day, the kindness of a neighbor holding the elevator, the joy of making your own space feel like home.
One night, as she stood by her window sipping tea, Liza smiled. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. And in that moment, her heart was full — not because she had everything, but because she had learned to be thankful for what she had.
