I don't want much. I want a kitchen that smells like bread. A garden that's a little unruly. Fresh flowers in an old jar. Friends who stay longer than they planned to. A home that people feel comfortable in. And a life that feels too beautiful to rush through. I want to

I used to think something was wrong with me when I stopped chasing noise. When I stopped saying yes to every plan, every late night, every version of life that looked exciting on the outside but left me feeling a little further away from myself each time. I thought I was becoming dull. Less interes