Moving in was anything but easy. The unit was dark, damp, and crammed with leftover odds and ends. An old, sagging bed sat pushed against the wall, next to a tiny table and a couple of rickety chairs that looked ready to collapse. Towering stacks of dusty boxes filled nearly half the space, making it feel even smaller and more claustrophobic.
The smell of mildew lingered in the air, and the thin metal walls offered little protection from the changing weather outside. Nights were freezing cold, and during the day, the space became unbearably stuffy. It wasn’t comfortable, and it certainly wasn’t home—but for now, it was all she had. She knew that if she wanted to survive here, she would have to make serious changes.
Determined to create something better, she started clearing out the clutter. The broken furniture was hauled away, the boxes sorted and removed, and the dust and grime cleaned from every corner. With the space finally emptied out, she could finally begin to imagine the fresh start she so desperately needed.