The Toothbrush, the Missing Glasses, and the Search for a Nice Man
There are mornings when life feels beautifully organised. And then there are mornings when I leave my apartment on the 14th floor without my glasses and my phone. This Thursday’s Lunch meeting began exactly where many honest conversations begin: with someone saying, “I’m okay. Just okay.” That someone was me. Fruitloop greeted me warmly, already…
