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Another version of me, I was in it (feat. End of Beginning, Djo)
And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it. Another version of me, I was in it I held my phone, in my hand, I watch different versions of people I used to know wriggle around in a small screen. Theyβre happy and in some sort of activity, performing in front of a camera. Hearts β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 10
Iβve done a lot of soul searching this week, mostly while doing chores. Thereβs something about the mechanical rhythm of vacuuming that helps the brain relax. My cat and dog both threw up several times. Iβm pretty sure it was those freeze-dried treats from Whole Foods. Never again. So I ended up cleaning up after β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 9
I took time for myself to do nothing. Iβm someone who believes even nothing is routine. Maybe thereβs nothing wrong with admitting that I fell into routine? I studied, worked out, reread some books, and spent time with my husband, my cat, and my dog. I took time for myself because I wanted to, not β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 4
Itβs Friday. Nothing urgent is happening. Iβve been mostly offline, not for any noble reason, just avoidance. I changed something on my websiteβpermissions, maybe a settingβand now itβs gone dark. Should be back tomorrow. In the meantime, Iβve resumed my little side quest: sampling oat milk lattes across the Bay Area. My husband actually got β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 3
I live in the margins of a major city, a choice that now feels less like compromise and more like quiet preference. Iβm old enough to admit that the glamor of being in the heart of it all, the clamor, the lights, the perpetual nearness of strangers, no longer holds much appeal. Even when I β read more
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