I worked from the apartment.
Mrs. Eze sent the residential project files across by mid morning and I spread everything on the kitchen table and lost myself in it for a few hours. Floor plans and client notes and photographs of the empty space waiting to become something. I was grateful for the work. It gave my hands and my mind something real to hold onto while the rest of my life moved in directions I could not fully control.
The clients were a young couple. Their notes were full of small details about themselves that made me like them immediately. She loved morning light. He collected vinyl records and needed shelving that did not look like storage. They had a dog named after a footballer and they wanted a space where the dog was considered in the design and not an afterthought.
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