For the first time in several years, I haven’t been living out of a backpack. It seems so strange to me, having been in the same place for a whole year. I don’t like it. I do like having a closet for once, though.
When I think of Christmas, I usually think of falling snow, tall, fragrant fir trees and the warmth coming from flickering candles. Romantic, I know. I certainly don’t think of scorching heat, plastic trees and body glitter.