A girl. And a dog. And two cats. And a boy.

We’re living in a little duplex that wants to grow up to be a full-fledged cabin and navigating my quarter life crisis.

I go to work. And I come home. And I wait for things to happen. And I break that rule I learned in fourth grade that you can not start sentences with the word ‘and’. And I do it all the time.

This is the time I’m going to try to do things. Anything, really. Before I actually start getting too old.


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