I think the thing I miss about living in old neighborhoods is the porch or door mail slot. In my first house, I knew our postal carrier and he knew me. Really nice guy and made me feel like I had stepped back in time. That house didn’t have an ornate slot like this. But I miss that street any time I walk outside. Maybe I’ll move back into that neighborhood. Or move further into the burbs. It’s all up in the air at this point. And I’m okay with that. Really.
Daily affirmation: Look inside when someone upsets you. Then go ninja.
