My bank account has often sung to the tune of $2 and not because I was going out for too many brunches or partying too hard or because I just had to get away for the Winter.
I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing open mics, taking reruns of Seinfeld over social events, and treating myself. To a box of wine, a grocery run at the organic shop with the nice lighting, and most importantly- a good cry over nothing at all.
There’s nothing like making a morning for yourself. The world is quiet, croissants are warm, and you can see the day’s to-do list stretching out in front of you across all these hours left in the day.
Now I love snacks, but I have a certain amount of anxiety presenting food to people. I think it all stems from this one time when I made my friend a grilled cheese.
I seem to find myself at my most broke in the summer- a time when I’d love to flash my feed around. There are so many food trucks, independent theatre productions, and dance parties that call my name on every street corner- but those things cost tens upon twenties of dollars. The pattern I find…… Continue reading Existential Dread. And Pie!
I started to get used to being here and to the absurd shapes life can take at times. Then it was time to visit home.
You know when you let cereal soak up juuust enough milk before you eat it, and it’s always super rewarding? For all I know, I’m the cereal. But that milk is patience, and experience.