Everyone has reading and writing weaknesses. Things that make them sigh, swoon, faint. The love of them is so strong that it can’t just be passed by, but every chance to indulge in them is taken with vigour and excitement. This adoration is most apparent with genres and writing styles. But it’s just as common … Continue reading My Favourite Tropes
Having a savings account and a budget is still a rather new concept to me. For most of my adult life, I’ve barely been paying rent (let alone other bills), getting the majority of my food from food banks and churches, and asking for help whenever I had any type of emergency. It hasn’t been … Continue reading Living and Saving on a Budget
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This month was so, so difficult in a plethora of ways. Turner and I both got sick for over a week and haven’t been sleeping well for months, and it’s been catching up with us physically. It inhibited when I could bake and how well a couple bakes might have gone. I also had two … Continue reading February Bakes
Turner and I were on a strict no-spending “budget” from after the holidays in 2017 through the first couple months after our move. We had to save up for our move and hen ensure that we didn’t spend all our savings before we both found steady incomes. So aside from our bills and groceries, we … Continue reading Budgeting
Back nearly eight years, I was a tour guide and shop assistant for a couple show caves in Arkansas for the summer break. It’s still one of the jobs that I look back on most fondly, despite my boss disliking me and telling me I’m going to hell for liking Harry Potter. There were so … Continue reading What I Miss about Being a Tour Guide
A Date Sitting here with a warm drink in my hands and with you sitting across the table the air seems to freeze, pausing all time’s sands. The sound of a tune we love from that band, drifting through our ears and minds as able. Sitting here with a warm drink in my hands, we … Continue reading Poem: A Date