08:00 After working as a bookseller in Paris for the past seven years, my husband and I moved to Turin recently for a slower pace of life and more space. As it turns out, we might be the problem—because even in a larger apartment we still don’t have enough room, and our place remains a chaotic mess, jammed with books, shipping boxes, epoxy clay, and my husband’s painting materials (he is an artist).
Each morning before work I drink my coffee on the couch in front of one of the few mess-free and vaguely aesthetic zones in our apartment: this cupboard filled with our collected objects, my books, his, and our friends' art.