Note: This was written last October 27th.
I surprised myself today. I actually went out willingly, even though I hesitated the night before and those few minutes after I had just woken up.
This is what happens when you live out there in the sticks: Going to my favorite places start feeling like a chore because they’re about half an hour away, at the minimum. (I exaggerate about being “in the sticks” but most days, that’s definitely what it feels like. 😅)
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