Not only do I not live in an apartment anymore, I no longer live an apartment lifestyle.
Sunday afternoons are for eating roast and walking in the woods, like we did yesterday.
They are not for grocery stores, laundromats, and bleaching the bathroom.
They are not for to-do lists.
They are for rest and laughter and reading books and watering the yard.
They can be because when you don't commute and you have everything you need at home, you can do all those annoying errand things on Tuesday, maybe one on Wednesday, and that last minute run on Friday and still make it home in time to make dinner and still have an evening.
I appreciate my house in a whole new way today.
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