I long for music ringing through the house.
I want a big pot to boil the last white corn ears of the summer.
The travel perfume has run out, but an almost-full bottle is arriving next week, and I know I'll want to change fragrance at the end of the pregnancy, so I cannot go out and buy another bottle.
I want a bigger wardrobe for going out to dinner with the uninvited laws than the 3 items I've been cycling through for the last 2-3 months.
I want my q-tips, dammit - I don't want to have to buy another 500 when I know I have 490 coming in the truck next week, and so I ration my last few q-tips.
I do believe in treading lightly on this earth, but if it's a journey, I may be on the path to lighter living, certainly not there yet. I'm still in the self-pity portion of rich privileged consumerists.
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