While I was doing dishes tonight (no dishwasher in our cottage, or, more to the point, no ROOM for a dishwasher...) I had a realization that perhaps the thing I like best about being in a new place is that it gives me cause for examining almost everything I do. Is this really the way I want the room to be? Is this how I want to spend this time? Is this really the product I want to buy?
On one hand, it is exhausting. Where are the familiar brands in the grocery store so I can just get what I usually get? On the other hand is the exhilaration of remembering I almost always have a choice.
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