Most of my life, I’ve been a pretty determined little nester who greatly enjoys having a nice space to live and all the comforts of home. We’re not talking Martha Stewart levels here, but I’ve been very firmly tied to the idea of a sanctuary of my own, a safe space to get away from the world, a place I can decorate, dream, adapt, and imagine possibilities for its future. When I’ve moved somewhere, it’s always been with the intention of staying years (apart from that one hellhole after graduate school, but we won’t get into that). I’ve always wanted…
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It’s been about a decade since I had a blog. It’s been ages since I had any kind of impulse to open any aspect of my internal world to strangers, and I’m still leery about it in many ways; I no longer feel that sort of breathless drive to be recognized that I did back then. I’ve been pretty content in the meantime to just share whatever my experiences and thoughts have been with a curated collection of friends and acquaintances on social media, receiving a modest amount of validation for everything in a reasonably safe harbour. I don’t really…