It’s incredible what a little bit of civilized routine can do to one’s morale. Last night with the house to myself for the first time in a while, I seared up a filet of ginger-soy salmon in my newly-decorated, newly-organized kitchen. I set out a placemat and a full table setting - new dishes, too - and ate listening to the rain at my new dining room table.
I loved everything - the cooking, the eating, the cleaning, even taking out the trash. Having that first “big girl” apartment feeling - even if its sole ownership is only an illusion created by absent roommates - changes things in the best possible way. It feels purposeful, feels productive, and more than anything, provides a respite from the grim reality of daily life.
Positivity isn’t something that comes naturally to me, but when it comes at all, I know I’d be silly not to hold tight and do my best to not let go.
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