Yesterday, I turned 26. I don’t recall ever thinking about myself at 26 when I was younger—I don’t tend to imagine myself at such-and-such age in the future. But, I am pretty confident that my teenage self wouldn’t have imagined me quite like this.
I live in New York, and didn’t return to the Midwest after graduating college.
Carl and I have been together for five years come August. We own a house. And a dog. And things like bedroom furniture.
I’ve determined that my mom can no longer blame me for her grey hairs, because I found one the other day and I don’t have kids to blame.
I quilt. I’m addicted to quilting and making other things with fabric. July marks two full years that I’ve been quilting, although I’ve been sewing for probably 20 or more, now.