the simple life

My partner and I rearranged a few pieces of furniture so that we can close the bedroom door. Because I need my introvert- friendly bad TV and he needs to play the fucking drums and work off his extrovert ADHD. Also we’ve been really good about keeping every pair of wireless headphones in the house charged. We’re in rural Washington, tho, so we can take the doggo for a walk and he can go for a jog and I can get drunk in the lawn in my bikini. Thank the gods that we’ve already had the poop-with-the-door-open convo after two years of living together. I can’t even imagine how it must be like for people living in big cities. Y’all’s have my love and support and my instant pickup of FaceTime calls. Also, saw your write up on Vogue and I am so happy to share these stories and see other shares. Thanks for everything!