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I have chin hairs and hemorrhoids now. I ride an ebike around my town in Idaho where I’m a lawyer and also work a movie theater. My PCP listens to me. My fiance has a tortilla blanket that he got at a white elephant in 2023 and uses daily. He is kind and patient and has never, ever, ever yelled at me. I have my dream job (except for the fact that it’s in Idaho). I’m on antidepressants. I have severe plantar fasciitis and wear the cutest possible orthotic shoes but spend way too much time every day thinking about my heels. I work from home and wear monochrome matching sweatsuits every day on rotation. I still watch the office but also never get behind on Chicago med or any book written by RF Kuang or Holly Bourne. My fiance works for a solar company. He puts up with the worst and the best of habits and has no complaints either way. I rent the bottom half of a duplex next to the hospital in Boise (it’s good for anxiety, bad for sleeping through helicopters and ambulances). I’m planning a wedding. My fiance knows it’s 1/2 his job and does his part. I have a giant gallery wall (or, walls) in my home. I have Isabel’s picture on my fridge and will never get rid of it. I still haven’t learned to finish my laundry. I have bangs and it has nothing to do with a crisis. I work hard to make my house smell like bergamot because my best friend said it’s her favorite scent and I wear a perfume I wore in middle school because I’m nostalgic even when I’m not. Im in a book club. We call it book cult and there’s four of us. I read special books monthly with the OG member so we have our own club. I believe audiobooks are reading. In my living room there’s a teal couch and my fiancé’s blue recliner and my floral reading chair and my rolltop desk I’ll probably sell kinda soon. I’m being treated for continuous sinitus and my stomach hates antibiotics no matter how much yogurt I eat. I try to shower every night but am about to go to bed without rinsing off. I’m skiing tomorrow but my coworker/ride’s dog is sick so I’m solo-driving and it’s supposed to snow. Im laying on my teal couch and my dog is on the recliner across from me and it was bedtime two hours ago. I’m still the same as I was but I’m so fundamentally different and I miss Isabel. Happy Thursday, I guess.
