Converting my old Shrine Room into the Tea Room last year was, without a doubt, the best decision I’ve ever made where it concerns our house; it’s like my own little liminal space- warm and cozy, and serene in a way that makes time pass slowly.
What’re the chances of true love and fairytale endings? Most people argue they don’t exist. I was one of those people once. But I’ve found it, and I’ve never been more happy to be wrong.
Mentally, emotionally, and physically, I’m exhausted. Yet for some reason, my mind just won’t shut up; round it goes with zero cohesion- just tired screaming. And so today is a brain dump sort of day.