What I miss most during Lockdown

Not alot.

I discovered last year that I am more of an introvert than I previously thought.

But I do miss being able to life-ponder in a café, while I write in a notebook, stare into the middle distance, and sip a turmeric latte or other such pretentious drink.

There are only so many times I will rearrange the furniture in my apartment, and I think I've reached those so many times.

Here's an uninspired post by an uninspired Abbie.

Here's to my bicycle and Airbnb.

I hear you calling me.