I’ve never appreciated living in my apartment more than I have over the past five months.
The last time I was unemployed and waiting for a job breakthrough, I loathed my living situation. That apartment was tiny. The kitchen felt like a corridor, the environment was noisy and dusty, and the bathroom, combined with the shower, was always wet. Everything about it amplified the discomfort of that season.
This time, though, it’s different. My second experience with unemployment has been softened by a home I genuinely love. This apartment is spacious. The kitchen is big enough for me to actually enjoy cooking again. It’s quiet. It feels safe. I even appreciate that it’s not too bright there’s a certain stillness in the dimness that calms me. And yes, the bathroom and toilet are separate (a small but significant win!).
On the second anniversary of living here at the Yatch, I found myself reflecting on how it all came to be.
Back then, I had just secured a new remote job, which meant I’d be spending a lot of time indoors. I was also considering buying a car, so I needed a place with plenty of parking. I wasn’t too particular about the location as long as it wasn’t too far from the city center, I was open. I hired an agent and began the apartment hunt. It was frustrating. Some places lacked water, others were overpriced or too small. I was specifically looking for a two-bedroom unit so I could turn one room into an office. After two weeks and no luck even after expanding the search radius I was exhausted. So, I prayed. I took a step back and handed it over to God.
About a week later, my dad called. He had spotted two apartments in Thindigua, Kiambu, and asked me to come see them. The next day, a Saturday, I went to view them. The first one didn’t feel right but the second? The moment I walked in, I knew. I felt a surge of excitement I couldn’t ignore. It was on the first floor, had ample parking, and had barely been lived in the previous tenant had only stayed a month. It was within my budget. Everything just clicked. I paid the deposit that same day and made plans to move in two weeks later.
Two years on, I still love it here.
There’s nothing quite like coming home to a space that gives you peace. I’ve hosted friends, had sleepovers, even thrown parties all things I couldn’t have done before. This home has been a gift. And in a season where so much feels uncertain, this space has held me, grounded me, and reminded me that God cares about the details.
I hope I get to stay here for as long as I need to. For now, I’m simply grateful.
...THROUGH MY EYES ✨ 