Melting Ice
Feb 16, 2026
A few years ago, my neighborhood grocery store underwent a remodel. Previously I had lived a few blocks from the store and cherished it. After moving, I drove ten minutes out of my way to continue shopping at this clean supermarket where I already knew the layout and could finish my shopping quickly. I am a creature of routine and habit, and find solace in the things I can predict. Once the store began to undergo its renovation—ripping up the linoleum floors to reveal the concrete base—I knew I needed to find another store closer to my new apartment. The benefit of familiarity became too overwhelmed by the various detractions to continue patronage. There were many other stores I could shop at, and my continued use of the one became a detriment to my character, making myself appear childish and incapable of accepting change. For what other reason would a grown adult need to drive out of their way to use the same store they’re accustomed to? I was older, and my character could stand for me to branch out and attempt to change. I was not too old for that yet.
White-Winged Doves
Feb 2, 2026
In the summer, my husband and I had reached a milestone: ten full years in a relationship, aluminum trophies to us both. That this had happened came much as a surprise, but upon counting the months between, it appeared that, somehow, this was correct, and not, to my initial response, a fabrication. It became increasingly difficult over the years to listen to my friends’ relationship woes. The further I grew from singledom, the harder it became to relate. After all, relationship advice always came easily to me when I had my own anecdotes to rely upon.
