Yesterday, I didn’t leave my house. While that may not seem shocking or horrible, it is problematic to me. In the past, I have stayed home all day with Netflix marathons or reading a book, but it was always by choice.
Yesterday was a beautiful day here in Toronto. It was warm and sunny – the beginnings of a wonderful summer ahead. I had grand designs of taking an audio book and reading in the park, or going for a stroll. I had a whole, marvelous day ahead of me with no plans or obligations. I woke up yesterday morning, sun streaming in the window, and planned all the ways that I could enjoy the lovely weather.
Instead, I didn’t leave my apartment. Not because I didn’t want to, but because leaving my house seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I would have to deal with cars, and pedestrians, and cyclists. …
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