I was so eager that I sprained my toe stepping into this home. I pretended I didn't, however, because I didn’t want the realtor to think I was an idiot that couldn’t walk through a door, and then afterwards, I hobbled the few blocks back to work and told my beloved work pals, "I think I found her". I write this post to celebrate the first half year of many I will be here in my sweet home.

let’s focus a sweet, silly, somewhat salty moment on that which brings me joy:

a new habit has appeared in my weekends: a casual saunter downtown, sunshine on skin, breeze through hair, weight of the week dispersing.