How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives. If mindless scrolling through social media or gossiping about the affairs of others have somehow become a routine for you – stop. Even if it occurs intermittently, the amount .
make it so difficult for me to leave home. This is where serenity is. As much as I’d like to stay; I don’t trust myself to thrive in comfort. I’m studying by my window, overlooking all this greenery with the morning breeze .
Suffice to say, today was bleak. I’m just glad the first paper is over. Soldiering on for the rest of this insane marathon – tissues stuffed up my nose, blocked Eustachian tube, barky cough and all. Sharing a little treasure from my .
If there was a keeper of culinary secrets in our family, hands down it would be my grandmother. At 80, she is still writing down all the new recipes that we’re making… and in our house, there is always something that’s brewing. .
(which I have none of) Told myself I was only going to watch Master of None after my finals are over, but it’s taking too long and I just feel like negatively reinforcing an already unproductive day. Um. At least I packed for the weekend? .