My name is Sabrina. I am thirty-six years old, single, and the proud owner of a restored 1920s Craftsman bungalow in a quiet, leafy neighborhood of Austin, Texas. To an outsider, it is just a structure of timber and brick, painted a soft sage green with a porch that catches the sunset. But to me, it is a fortress. It is the physical manifestation of fifteen years of skipped vacations, eighty-hour workweeks, and a stubborn refusal to settle for less than I deserved.
