Here's a thing that annoys me about living in an apartment after having lived in non-apartment situations. I feel exceedingly wasteful sometimes. Like, all the soil we used in our planters this year could go in a compost pile but it's going in the trash instead. The vegetables we get from the food bank that are too far gone for us to want could still have gone to chickens, but they're going in the trash.
In theory, I could find somebody with a yard and a compost pile and some chickens nearby, I'm out near a lot of farms actually, but making friends is hard especially when it involves showing up at their house (even if it's a farm stand lol) and all the little critters inside this trenchcoat are digging in their heels about it.
Trying to balance my physical and financial needs with my desires and passions is just the worst. Tale as old as time.
