To me, home is like a childhood quilt—a cozy haven where I once hid my favorite toys, snacks, unfinished homework... Only now, this quilt has grown a little larger.
Everyone has the right to embrace aesthetic choices from different eras, rather than being swept up solely in contemporary trends.
Throughout life, one’s understanding of home evolves through many stages. At this moment, I’m in a phase where work and life coexist. My home includes two workspaces: one for handling data-driven tasks, and another next to the bathroom—where my creativity flows most freely during showers—surrounded by my beloved plants and wood.
I didn’t deliberately design a garden; instead, I brought a corner of the forest indoors. I’ve entrusted this space to the birds, animals, insects, and plants, allowing them to grow naturally. Their ever-changing presence is the greatest gift they give me.
The ideal state of living for me is something interesting, flexible, soft, and thought-provoking. Life doesn’t always have to be efficient—sometimes I prefer to meander rather than express things directly. It’s like writing poetry: the true meaning lies hidden within the process of reading between the lines.
My wife and I are deeply in sync. She is my interior designer and, to a great extent, complements the softer side that my personality lacks. Throughout our home, you can feel the interplay of our minds—rational, emotional, and everything in between.
Only by being completely honest with oneself about how one lives can a home truly belong to you.