Today, this morning, I realized why I love antiques.
I love junk. I love old trinkets and places, old people, old faces. I love feeling feelings. Those things carry feelings with them wherever they go and I FEEL them. They feed me. I'm a highly sensitive person in a sea of misunderstanding emotions. Is this chicken or fish? I'ts protein, babe.
Missing the old barnwood floors in #MelsOldHouse. They kept me grounded. How to move on? Maybe I should wear slippers.
Apartment dwelling has it's perks but it's turning out they are few and far between.