It’s quarter to eleven and I have banana bread baking in the oven because I realized I had way too many bananas and knew, I just knew, that if I put it off until tomorrow, it wouldn’t get made. So, out came the bowls and the measuring cups and the mixing spoons and in less than 20 minutes, in it went. And I’ve been finishing knocking things off my to-do list as I’m waiting and I knew, just knew, what else I had to get done, since the thought of sitting down and writing a blog post didn’t make me want to slam my laptop shut and not look at another photo ever again. Continue reading
These aren’t part of my #The100DaysProject, but I realized that they give a pretty good summary of what I’ve been up to lately. (Of course, by ‘lately’ I do mean ‘the last six months that I haven’t been blogging’. Whoops!) My roommate adopted a cat about three weeks after I moved in and while we’ve had to childproof half the cupboards, he’s the apple of our eyes and one handsome, spoiled feline. Continue reading
The thing with taking photos for my job is that I no longer take photos of the little things. Not the way I used to when I would go out and take photos of everything I saw that interested me. There’s old brick buildings downtown with old chocolate ads and business names that no longer exist that I go by every week and I tell myself that I’ll ‘eventually’ get a photo of them.
I haven’t forgotten about my blog, but so much change happened so quickly and I moved jobs and started commuting for work. My days tend to end with me passing out on the couch when I come home and spending my days off catching up on the laundry and the grocery shopping and the bathroom cleaning I haven’t done during the week. But it’s been good.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t know what to expect when I came home. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like or look like or any of those five senses and that was as scary as people seem to think leaving home is. Continue reading