As soon as I stepped into my client’s living room, I saw it. There. Right in front of me; gnawing at the balancing act of my mind’s eye. Something was clearly not right. “What is it!?”, I asked myself. Ha! At last! I found it! The culprit? The window valance. Whispering out loud – “me”.
My morning toast was the first to go. The toaster oven footprint – too large for my kitchen counter. All these years, who knew? How do I make toast or grill my veggies now? In fact, how am I supposed to live a normal life when everything that means anything to me is tucked away?