This was written for all the women I know, the houses that have become home. The words surfaced after sitting with a new friend who, in her presence, seemed to gather up all the finishings of every woman I’ve loved. Her newness felt so familiar, as if she carried the language I needed to finally speak about every woman who has, in her way, been a house for me. This poem is for her, and for all the women who have made room over the years and continue to do so. My life is rich.