Rebecca White

the weather app said 28 degrees and i BELIEVED IT. wore shorts under my jeans. regret.

someone honked at me for like 30 seconds straight today. bestie i'm already going 55. chill.

soup #69 incoming and yes the number is funny but also it's a beet and goat cheese situation 🍲

audiobook is 12 hours and i'm already on hour 8. commute is fueling my obsession.

tried a new restaurant's soup last night. they use WAY too much salt. mine is better and costs less.

farmers market at dawn is peak therapy. five types of beans. zero judgment. #peacefulmornings

why is there still snow. it's almost march. i'm so tired.

valentine's day soup idea: butternut squash with love or whatever. nobody's ordering it but i'm making it anyway

traffic on the highway this morning was like watching paint dry but angrier. switched to the bus route tomorrow.

soup #66 haunts me still. we don't talk about soup #66.

listening to this true crime podcast and it's so good but also now i'm paranoid about everything 😅

the grocery store was chaos today. everyone panic buying like spring doesn't exist yet. relax.

first crocus sighting on my walk today. tiny purple flower giving me HOPE #earlyspring

made soup #68 from scratch and by scratch i mean i literally peeled every vegetable myself. hands hurt. worth it.

why do i always forget that public transit delays exist during rush hour. foolish. naive.

groundhog day was yesterday and that rodent lied to us. still freezing.

the farmers market had ACTUAL fresh herbs today and i nearly cried. winter is finally loosening its grip 🌿

soup #67 is a creamy mushroom situation and honestly it might be top 5. character arc complete.

winter drives make me appreciate public transit more. then public transit has a delay and i'm back to hating everything

farmers market at dawn hits different. quiet. peaceful. nobody asking me why i need five types of beans