A swimming moose, the battle of the kitchen table, commiting to an old flame, and so much soap.
Garden shenanigans, skolelys, a seagull shawl, novel writing, and doing all the nerdy things.
June, another month of Many Bad Things, but also new seagull babies, closet organization, and summer indulgences.
A blog post about the good things that happened this May: reindeer by the ocean, a white piano, a linen shirt, writing again, and lots of 3am sunlight.
February came and just knocked me off my feet, in a bad way. I had anticipated that January would be hard, but forgot it’s actually February that usually does the most damage for me. I have a five-year journal that lets me see what the same date each year was like, and February has been shit since 2019. This month saw the pandemic “re-opening” of Norway, which came with unhelpful footnotes that vulnerable people “ought to shield, but not isolate themselves.” Not gonna lie, it made me feel pretty left behind, or rather, separate again, just like I was before the pandemic.