This year, I learned there is nothing I want to buy. I don’t want a new outfit. I don’t want to go to a new city. I don’t want to eat overpriced food. I don’t want to ride on an airplane.
The only things I really want are to live somewhere that feels safe — safe from people with crowbars and guns, safe from rodents and insect invaders. I want to know I will not be hungry for too long. To go on long walks and to think quiet…
