Let me tell you about a place I know where mornings aren’t bustling crowds and honking and fingers tapping on steering wheels, waiting for stoplights to turn green.
Let me tell you about a place where mornings are echoes of your neighbors sweeping their front lawn, roosters crowing as the sun rises, your grandmother cooking breakfast in the kitchen
while sunlight streams in from the windows. Let me tell you about a time where
everything was much simpler.
IT'S ME. AGAIN. I swear, I am actually so embarrassed because this recent summer, I made a post about how this blog didn't really feel like it's mine. Like, if someone asked me if I had a blog, I'll just laugh nervously. This is actually the same problem that I addressed in the aforementioned post and I realized that the problem was: I didn't do anything about it.