Nesting

One might say that Microsoft has disappointed us recently, but on a positive note, my MS Word is functioning well, which likely has nothing to do with the internet.

Lately, I feel as though I'm nesting, acclimating not only to a new town and culture but also to a new home that is solely mine. At last, I can close the door on the toxic individuals I no longer need in my life.

Moving on, nesting is an odd sensation; it's a mix of happiness and sadness. Sadness stems from longing for what isn't, and happiness comes from achieving exactly what you desired. It's all quite peculiar—as I settle in, the workers are incredibly kind and petite, these Latin individuals, with their small feet, prompt me to ponder trivial matters, such as the size of various cucumbers, which would likely leave me dissatisfied.

Fort Hill trail on the westside