The night I got the keys, I didn't own a single piece of furniture. So I sat on the floor. In the dark. In a living room that was somehow mine.

A year I'd chased this. A year of "not yet." Of numbers that didn't work. Of people telling me to just keep renting — it's easier, it's cheaper, why bother.

And now I was just… sitting there. Not celebrating. Just quiet.

Because it was finally real. No landlord. No lease. Nobody who could tell me to go. The door locked — and it locked for me.

I sat on that cold floor and understood the thing I'd been chasing the whole time. It was never really about the house.

So let me ask you: the thing you want so badly right now… who are you really doing it for?

— Oye