It’s starting to feel like summer around here, and that’s got me itching for a project. After a long post-collegiate stint in New York City, a city I swore I would never, ever leave and then abruptly left for mid-American suburbia, it’s time to finally pursue something I never could when I was living in 400 square feet above a massage parlor, stacking my pots and pans on a shoe rack in the living room.
It’s time to plant a garden.
It will be my ultimate declaration that I Am A Millennial Who Settled Down, a statement that I Plan To Live In One Place For More Than Eighteen Months and also a challenge to all doubters that I Swear The Suburbs Aren’t Bad, I Mean Look At All These Dang Tomatoes.