I sort of wonder why sometimes my subconscious lags so far behind the rest of me.
Like last night, for example, I had a dream where I was mooning over my first-ever girlfriend, who I haven't even talked to in person for maybe 8 years. We broke up 11 years ago! What the heck!
... Also saying a girl & I broke up 11 years ago makes me feel *really* old.
I live a few blocks from the water myself, but it's just a few blocks.
I mean, gosh.
(Staircase because I like it)
My town is definitely *not* lacking for adorable small businesses.
I just walked town, bought the newer paper girls from the comic book store (whose owners I jog with on Sundays), a present for my mom from the bookstore my roommate works at, and a coffee from one of the several small bakeries downtown.
Hi I'm Sparrow! Queer kid-adventurer, sci fi/horror geek, wildlife enthusiast, & Witch. Enboi, they/them. T1d. Intersectional feminist. BT/special education aide.