Summertime in Atlanta is no joke. These days it’s in the upper 90s and humid almost every day. Today was no exception. It is currently 8pm and I am yet to leave my apartment just to avoid dealing with this awful heat. Confining myself to 500 square feet for the past 26 hours sounds depressing, but it’s been strangely enjoyable and relaxing. I caught up on the little random tasks that clutter my life. Taking out the trash, cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry, dusting surfaces, going through emails, and even planning out some future travels. I know it isn’t good to obsess about these endless little tasks, but sometimes it feels good to get them out of the way – well, perhaps just for a few days until it all starts again. Maybe I’m getting old, but the idea of staying in often sounds more appealing than going out. All with balance though, surely I’ll go out somewhere tomorrow.