Category postgrad life
And I took my old shelves and pictures off the wall, leaving me with an entirely bare canvas. The whole idea could have been a complete disaster, but I think I made it work! Here’s my advice on building a gallery wall yourself.
Was it taking my car in for service that made me feel weird? Or is the fact that I even have a car to call my own making me feel out of place? Was it my protracted confusion at the Harris Teeter over why the “cheaper” celery was a whopping $1.79?