Space has always been a concept that resonates deeply with me. Growing up in small town New Mexico, space was vast and weirdly sacred. The open landscapes and endless skies held a quiet, yet steady power—a gentle reminder of our place in the world and the connections we share with it. There, space wasn’t something you took for granted; it was something you respected. It cradled stories and carried history. It was where families gathered, where traditions were passed down, and where the world seemed to hold its breath in reverence.

When I moved to New York City, space took on a new meaning.

This time of year always reminds me of family; whether it be a chosen family, work family, or biological family.