Notes.
Everyday life, small observations, and the moments worth keeping.
Someone to talk
I have someone to talk to. It is not a miracle. It is the best ordinary thing I own.
Love the Land, not the Landlords
Loving the country and defending its government are two different things, and it took me years to stop letting the second borrow the first.
I Miss My Mom
It has been years since my mother died. I still have days when the first person I want to tell is her.
Good Morning, same old pattern
Same morning, same route, same faces, until one dark shop finally made me look.
The first ordinary evening
A house becomes a home the moment you stop treating it like a project.