It’s October 24th, 2022, and I’m standing at the kitchen counter, chin propped on my fists, watching my boyfriend eat the pile of rice and beans I’ve made us for lunch. “I’m making a list of everything I'll lose if I start to travel full-time,” I announce. He makes a deliberately neutral sound. “Book clubs,” I say. “Dinner parties. Visiting my mom for a weekend. My heated blanket. Owning two plants.”
how we spend our days
how we spend our days
how we spend our days
It’s October 24th, 2022, and I’m standing at the kitchen counter, chin propped on my fists, watching my boyfriend eat the pile of rice and beans I’ve made us for lunch. “I’m making a list of everything I'll lose if I start to travel full-time,” I announce. He makes a deliberately neutral sound. “Book clubs,” I say. “Dinner parties. Visiting my mom for a weekend. My heated blanket. Owning two plants.”