One of the reasons my family bought our house in Kensington was the large commercial/residential space on the first floor. Longtime neighborhood residents remember it as Irene's—a corner store with apartments above. More recent arrivals remember it as a dump, with billboards on the side and roof leaking into the basement.
We imagine it as kind of a flex space that could accommodate a community meeting, art show or yoga class one day, and a couple of weary travelers the next. But getting there is proving to be an adventure.
This 60-second video was part of my application to the Obama Foundation. The doors and newspaper shown below were found buried inside the walls. I'm not an architect, so I'm drafting our constantly-evolving plans in Photoshop and InDesign.