On being home…

It started with a coffee conversation with a friend who said “Unlike you, I actually like staying at home you know.” I was stunned. When did I ever give the impression that I hate staying at home? He just shrugged…

the dream house

As a little girl, I dreamt of the perfect home – a tiny cottage with lots of trees; checked red curtains, red tiles, a swing in the yard, a creek in the back yard. As a teenager, the image changed…

Change…

Change never comes in small doses, does it? I split up with somebody I was seeing for four years. I am quitting my job of nearly four years. I might have to split with my room mates, whom I have…