Home.

This is a traditional German Wine Glass. It lives in a purple hutch that is located in the dining room of my tiny one bedroom Lincoln Square apartment. The Glass, the hutch and the apartment are all older than I am. These are things I've inherited from the people who came before me. Who will inherit them after I am gone? Who has sat in my dining room before me? Who will sit there after I am gone? I think about this a lot. People have fallen in love in my home. People have been sick in my home. People have cried, gotten in fights, gone through rough times. People have lived here, walked here, maybe even died here. Strangers.

The wine glass and the hutch were my parents. They bought them when we lived in Germany right before I was born. Now, at 26, they are mine. Mine. In the apartment I share with no one else. Mine. For now...