Portion Control!
I think I might go crazy when winter hits. My world consists of this little room (and our gorgeous, four-floors-up view of the temple) and that train/train/bus routine, and my half-sized classroom. I roam those halls. I walk half a block, and - emersed in my book - I am home.
My first winter in Michigan, with no car, felt similarly routine. Perhaps the availablity of public transportation will prevent a repeat performance. .find a new path to class.
Music is so nostalgic for me, tied to so many memories and places/people/feelings/moments.
My first winter in Michigan, with no car, felt similarly routine. Perhaps the availablity of public transportation will prevent a repeat performance. .find a new path to class.
Music is so nostalgic for me, tied to so many memories and places/people/feelings/moments.