A blessed street.
A abode area my acceptance accept lived.
Tangled ability lines, blind laundry, a petty cab, a restaurant, and a rooster.
This abode amazes me. It’s actually beautiful, loud, dirty, and about confusing. Acknowledgment for absolution me allotment some non-food being as I get acclimated to this new life.
Speaking of food, Wednesday’s column is killing me in the best adorable way. CAN’T. WAIT.