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    Thoughts On… What It’s Like Being An Adult

      When I was a child, there were always things I had to do before I could go out to play with my friends; homework, tidying, dishes, extracurriculars… Whatever it was, I had to finish it perfectly before I was let loose to climb trees, or to run around in the undergrowth, or to make up terrible, terrible dance moves, or to collect earthworms and snails to “rescue” them from being stood on by careless pedestrians. I was a weird kid. Anyway, I would take care of my tasks, and then I was free to leave the house and find my friends*. My mind would empty of school worries or…

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    Hygge-ldy Piggledy Life: The Sequel

    One of my first posts on this blog was about the concept of hygge. As part of being a real live adult with a home, Scrubs and I are in the middle of an attempted renovation. Nothing fancy, nothing exotic – no quilted leather walls or extensions for the craftroom I dream of eventually having – just making the place more home-y, more calming, more hygge. I am not a tidy person; I am always late for everything and so my last moments in the house are often frantic scrambles to get myself together. Since I never leave myself enough time to go through everything in a relaxed and methodical…