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Going Through My Spice Cabinet
And other household horrors
It seems like a long time ago, early 2020. Like most people, I was stuck at home. Now I’m not complaining or anything — since I’m a solid introvert, and in a guilty survivor’s kind of way, I was loving life.
But it was weird not working 24/7. Yeah, all my side hustles dried up, and I didn’t even have to go into the office anymore to perform my soul-sapping day job. I could do it right from the comfort of my own couch, within Netflix-watching distance of the tube.
Sheesh, I had not been home this much in forever. And I love being home, but work typically got in the way of me laying around in my pajamas luxuriating over coffee until noon. There was always work to do, or to get ready to do.
But nope. Not anymore. Well, not for a while. So I had to choose to live in the moment, and all that jazz, if I was going to remain sane. And I was going to make the most of this unprecedented time at home, however long it was going to last.
I moved into my tiny condo in the city 14 years ago. It was quite a change from my ginormous suburban townhouse. I purged a lot. But I remember bawling my eyes out when the movers dumped all of my belongings in the middle of the floor of my new place. Where in the world was I going to put all this stuff?
