It's drafty and chilly. There are holes in some parts of the drywall. Despite the hiss of a probably almost expired water heater along with some street traffic and light neighborhood noise, it's generally quiet.
When I got my first smart phone around 2008ish, I referred to it as My Beloved. I'm over it. Kind of. We're just friends now. Almost.
Getting back to good old fashioned paper and writing utensil never felt so good.
A version of me exists somewhere in the YouTube world. This is nuts.
Love and respect for anyone who rocks the grandma chic look, including my own grandma.
Once again, decluttering scammed me into giving up my precious time.
A fun strategy for packing light.
Returning back home for the first time after Dad had passed away was a doozy.
Birthday week brain dump.
A lot of overthinking surrounding eye protection.