Describe your ideal week.
My ideal week would be one spent not worry about my next paycheck, spending time with loved ones, and filled with good food.
Basically anything that gets me out of the soul-crushing wheel of capitalism.
Describe your ideal week.
My ideal week would be one spent not worry about my next paycheck, spending time with loved ones, and filled with good food.
Basically anything that gets me out of the soul-crushing wheel of capitalism.
How do you relax?
I have anxiety. Relaxing is difficult.
But crocheting, cuddling, reading, and crafting can be relaxing.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
If I had to give up one word that I use regularly, I’d happily surrender the word “sorry” from my vocabulary.
I am an adult that grew up in a very… troubled family.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
Nope.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
That’s a tough one. I’ve gone to New Orleans back in 2009? But normally when I’m traveling somewhere far, it’s pretty much to relocate. From Chicago to Florida, Florida to Texas and then back to Florida, and another round of the Florida to Chicago hop ended me in Indiana this time around.
So I guess the farthest I’ve ever travelled from home was the 09 spring break trip. And that was… let me look it up… 773 miles, give or take.
What does your ideal home look like?
My ideal home is a small cottage made of local stone, with a chimney jutting out of a dark, shingled roof. A Dutch-style front door would be almost always open to the good weather, season permitting. It would be cherry red and always open for friends. The floors would be made of wood. Perfect for sock skating and for laying down upon a plush rug in front of the massive hearth around the fireplace. The fireplace would be wood burning and cooking-functional, in a perfect world.
A guest room would double as a craft room, with a closet of relatively organized crafting supplies. A guest bath would have a lovely shower and a toilet. Homemade blankets would bedeck every couch, chair, and bed.
Speaking of beds, the master bedroom would have its own en suite bathroom, with a tub big enough for me to enjoy a good bath. And the master bedroom would be my little nest of blankets, pillows, and comfort items.
It would be a home. Mine and mine alone, even if I share it with Mellon or another hypothetical potential future partner.
Bookshelves with books and dust catchers, cat hair needing to be swept up once a week, and a garden that I barely have to do anything to (maybe I have a gardener, maybe I have my own Samwise Gamgee to tend it!) have it grow well.
Home is what I want more than anything.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Family brings tears of joy, regardless of blood kin or chosen family.
Why do you blog?
Well, I’ll be honest.
This blog started as me ranting, being pissed off and angry and a whole bunch of other emotions, at being diagnosed bipolar. But I realized, slowly, that it wasn’t an emotional death sentence.
I’m still me. I’m just me with a label.
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
I take my meds and drink as much water as I can.
What’s your favorite time of day?
My favorite time of day is somewhere between the beginning of the gloaming and the last gasp of sunset.
What’s your favorite recipe?
Easily, it’s zuppa toscana!
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
I bought new yarn today to make a blanket for a loved one. That made me super excited.
How would you design the city of the future?
Well, since I spent three years in high school learning architecture and drafting and a decade obsessed with green architecture and tiny/hyper-efficient housing, it would be green. Green, eco-friendly, walkable, and littered with edible fruit trees and community gardens.