February was a really great month. It felt so good to finally have a long-term place of my own. So good that I’ve been joking recently that I’m questioning whether I was lying to people when I said, “I’m doing great!” in December or January. This is an actual picture of my fridge from that time. Now I’m starting to really question my honesty.
(But not really. Everything’s relative and I didn’t realize how much the not-having-a-home thing was weighing on me until it wasn’t weighing on me anymore. “Don’t know what you got till it’s gone” isn’t always a bad thing.)