Wait, everyone always implied. Wait till tenure, wait till menopause, then you will be free. I didn’t want to wait to be happy.
It really was the house to end all houses: impossibly big, impossibly beautiful, and, ultimately, just impossible.
Our future, the one we are living, was not inevitable. It was chosen. It is an ongoing choice.
We will adapt. We will find new nesting places. But there will be no return to “before.” Not for the flock.
I had so many clothes, none of them special. More than just a closet refresh, I needed to change my attitude toward clothing, money, and being pelit.
For me, the real litmus test of fluency has always been: Can I use this language to convince a native speaker that I exist?