So, the day that I decided to start this chronicling my
little life adventures (like, going crazy and actually using the dutch oven I
got for Christmas to roast some chicken wings), my apartment looked like
this:
In other words, a mess, a disaster, and cornucopia of
faults! You can see my bed is unmade, the floor is upswept, and perhaps my most
trademark flaw: a hoarding of magazines, books and articles printed from the interwebs. A recent reminiscence with an old co-worker
and she remembered this predilection I had to cover every surface of my desk
with paper based material (it had even made it into my performance review that
year!)
However, I was feeling a small sense of accomplishment with
this piece of work:
I know it does not look like much, but that my dear friends
is a rice cooker humidifier! I had read
that this is an easy cheap way to add some moisture to a small room, and living
in Manhattan all my space is small. Lifehacker
recommended adding some dried flowers for aromatics. I don’t really keep dried flowers at hand,
but I did have some essential oil and I added a few drops. My room may look a mess but it smells
amazing. Who knows, it may also have increased the moisture content in the air
incrementally. But the point is that it
was something. So I figured, I just need
to do a little small thing every day, and hopefully shouting it loud and proud
(via this blog) will give push me in that direction.
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