When I was a child, I loved visiting other people’s homes and exploring model homes.
They felt like little worlds completely different from my own.
I think that’s what fascinated me.
I’ve always loved a sense of openness and space, so I enjoyed looking at homes that felt tidy, spacious, and easy to breathe in.
Sometimes I’d visit my friends’ rooms and be amazed by how neat they were, or by the clever little touches each room had. It even made me admire my friends a little more.
While drawing this quiet illustration, all those happy memories came back to me.
I’m an introvert, so perhaps that’s why I remember things like the cool entrance of a house on a summer day so vividly.
What are your favorite summer memories?
I’d love to fall even more in love with summer.
