One of the things I love the most about where I live is how close it is to the sea. I love that I can walk down to the beach in 10 minutes, run along a track that hugs the water line, and breathe in the salty air.
Last Christmas one of my best friends gave me a little fern plant. Recently I re-potted it and it has since slowly died… I’m in denial, still watering the ferns that are now dry and brown, hoping that there’s a little bit of life that will press on, defy all expectations and push a little green leaf out of the soil.
Yeah, not holding my breath on that one.
The water’s off because they’re doing water works around our neighbourhood (AGAIN). Such a first world problem, I know, but it’s also really fucking annoying. I can’t shower, and I got my period today which means I just feel a little gross anyway. Plus, I can’t change my mooncup! It’s very inconvenient.