The apartment was 1,300 square feet of uncertainty, the red front door welcoming me to life after divorce. For three years, it sheltered me, a single mother of two, allowing me to rediscover who I was without a wedding ring. When love came knocking again, I was ready to let it in, eventually creating a new beach-side home with my boyfriend. My old apartment empty, I ran my fingers along the walls that held secrets of my most vulnerable moments, my grief for the future I had imagined. I closed the red door behind me, moving out, moving on. — Heather Sweeney