Somehow, this post got lost in the digital world. It’s a bit of a bummer, but I’m glad that I’ve found it now, while moving out and moving on. It’s a good reminder of the good times, and that I really did appreciate my time in this small part of the world.

(Occurring during) September and October, 2023


It’s the little things in life than can make a big difference.

I’m re-reading a book right now on philosophy and psychology, called Man’s Search for Meaning. A coworker recommended it years back, and then I coincidentally found it in my maternal Grandparent’s library while my sister and I were going through their books. It came complete with hand-written highlights from my Grandmother, or possibly Grandfather, making it all the more helpful for me.

The first time I read through it, it made a big impact. Re-reading it, it’s making a huge impact. Little connections are becoming clear, and I’m taking quite a few good lessons from its pages.


One of the lessons is to appreciate the small things in life – not just flowers and views, but the singularly trivial things like walking into my apartment after a day at work. The simple comforts that I have.

In the spirit of appreciating the little things… here’s my opportunity to record those. The views that I get coming home. They’re small, and mundane, but they mean a lot.