December 17, 2020
Dec 15: Working in this city feels fake sometimes. I mean, I get tired but not city-tired? Well, obviously. My clothes don't smell at the end of the day, commute is breezy (most days!), the weather on my walks home is perfect 70% of the time. Here is the only place I can say "perfect" and know it to be true. At the market I stop for shawarma (best garlic sauce I've had) and coffee grounds (stash always has to be full). I get home and turn on the radio. The DJ is talking about tourists. It's December alright.