For most of my first year on a balcony barely bigger than a closet, I assumed a real dining setup simply wasn’t in the cards, that eating outside meant balancing
My first attempt at balcony gardening was a single tomato plant I bought on impulse from a grocery store display, no research, no plan, just enthusiasm. It was dead within
When I moved into my first studio, three hundred and eighty square feet that had to be a bedroom, living room, office, and kitchen storage all at once, I owned
For a long time, my balcony had exactly one setting: summer, whether it was actually summer or not. The same thin cushions sat out in December looking sad and slightly
When I moved into my first apartment, the balcony came with exactly one thing: a rusted nail sticking out of the railing where a previous tenant had apparently hung something
I spent two summers trying to fit a real garden onto a balcony with about twelve square feet of floor space, and both summers I gave up around July, frustrated
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