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Six moves taught me that a room doesn't come together in one weekend — it comes together in the eight small corrections you make after you've actually lived in it.

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Neké Akua reading Atomic Habits in bed against a headboard piled with mustard and cream pillows.
Neké Akua sitting on a shag rug against a tan leather sofa, framed by green palm-print wallpaper.
An apricot-coloured curly-haired puppy stretched out on dark hardwood floors, looking up at the camera beside a white doorway.

Six states and a stint living in Japan taught me what actually makes a room feel like home. The rooms I’ve lived in and re-lived in — what I bought once, what I returned, and what finally made a rental feel like mine.

What Actually Made It Feel Like Mine

  • Nothing goes on a wall until I've lived with the blank space for a month.
  • One thing I actually paid for, in every room.
  • If I can't picture packing it for the next move, I don't buy it.

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“Four rearrangements later, this is the one that stuck.”

Neké Akua · on home

Neké Akua kicked back in a burgundy velvet armchair with a glass of white wine, geometric wallpaper and a sage ottoman behind her.
“I used to buy a candle every time I moved, like it would fix the room. It never did. Good light did.”

Neké Akua · on what actually helped

Written About Home

  • A bottle of Black Girl Magic sparkling wine and a full glass resting on a book, beside a mustard pillow.
  • A wooden desk with a laptop, a monogrammed mug, a candle and a feather wall hanging.
  • Neké Akua laughing barefoot on her kitchen island in lavender tie-dye loungewear, holding a pink mug in a bright modern kitchen with walnut cabinets.
  • Neké Akua kicked back in a burgundy velvet armchair with a glass of white wine, geometric wallpaper and a sage ottoman behind her.
  • Neké Akua sitting on a shag rug against a tan leather sofa, framed by green palm-print wallpaper.
  • An apricot-coloured curly-haired puppy stretched out on dark hardwood floors, looking up at the camera beside a white doorway.

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