Step inside and the air shifts. The space is filled with hanging plants, recycled furniture, and shelves made from wooden crates. In one corner, an old camping mattress rests beneath a makeshift canopy of linen curtains. Solar lights dangle above, and a kettle sits atop a portable stove powered by a small battery pack.
Elise doesn’t talk much about what led her here. Only that she didn’t want to rent, didn’t want roommates, and needed space to think. “It’s quiet,” she says. “I feel like I can breathe.”
But as colder nights creep in, the limitations of living in a greenhouse become clear. There’s no insulation. No heat. And no promise she’ll be allowed to stay. She’s already had a few close calls with curious kids and a nosy delivery driver.
Still, Elise doesn’t want pity. “I’m not lost,” she says. “I’m just… somewhere in between.”
Could you live in a place like this?