A man on the bus folded a whole loaf of French bread in half and stuffed it into his pocket so he could hold onto something when we started moving. Like no joke. The entire loaf. No wrapper. No paper bag. Straight into the pocket. Crumbs and all.
It’s my dream to get an apartment with the best natural light and put a monstera plant right in the center of the window sill and keep the damn thing alive for the long haul. I’m a simple gal.