I’m sitting here in my Portland apartment—it’s February, the window’s cracked because the radiator is either off or nuclear, and there’s that constant damp...
I’m sitting here in my apartment just outside Raleigh—window open because it’s finally above 50°F in late February—typing this while my rescue mutt snores...
I’m hunched over my kitchen table in this drafty little rental house just outside Raleigh right now—February 2025, windows rattling from wind that’s been...