The animals agree, though.

Im writing this post as a note to self on a day that is cold but sunny, as I work in the windowless tiny office of the bowling alley, waiting for phones to ring and reminding myself of all the *blessings* I have. I’m officially falling in *Love* with Baltimore while simultaneously dealing with the standard adjustment feelings of moving across the country as a 30-year-old single woman for no reason or preparation other than “I need a change.”