Chasing the light
My flat gets one perfect hour of sun a day and I have rearranged my entire routine around it. Yes, I move the chair. Yes, every day.
welcome to my sunny little place
Hi, I'm Olivia
A homebody with too many plants, a favourite oversized tee, and a habit of chasing whatever patch of sunlight lands on the floor. This is where I keep the ordinary days — slow breakfasts, long walks, and the songs that live in my kitchen. ♡
xoxo, Olivia
A few things about me
I made this little corner of the internet to keep my favourite things in one place. It's my diary, more or less — mostly sunlight, mostly at home, and a lot of walks that were supposed to be short.
Too many plants
Eleven at last count, all with names, all somehow still alive. The one on the windowsill is the reason I open the blinds at all.
Slow breakfasts
Coffee, something on the stove, the radio talking to nobody. I take the long version of breakfast whenever the morning lets me.
From the diary
Small stories from ordinary days, written down while they still feel warm.
At home
SEPTEMBER 10
The one hour of sun this flat gets
Between about four and five the light comes all the way across the floor, and I have genuinely reorganised my afternoons around it.
It only lasts an hour. Something about the building next door means the sun gets in late and leaves early, and for that one window of time the whole living room turns gold and the floorboards go warm.
I've stopped pretending I don't plan my day around it. I move the chair. I take my coffee in there. If someone calls me at 4:15 I will absolutely answer while sitting on the floor like a cat.
It's such a small thing to love. But there are a lot of days in a year, and having one hour I genuinely look forward to seems like a good deal.
Out & about
SEPTEMBER 3
A twenty-minute walk that took two hours
I went out for bread. I came back with bread, sore feet, and about a hundred photos of a tree I walk past every single day.
The plan was simple and the plan was bread. But it was one of those evenings where the air finally stops being heavy, and I got to the end of my street and just... kept going.
I took the long way past the little park, then the even longer way along the back road, then I stopped for an embarrassing amount of time under a tree I have walked past every day for two years and had somehow never actually looked at. It's beautiful. I'd like it on record that I noticed.
I got home late, my feet hurt, and the bread was slightly squashed. Best evening of the week by a considerable margin.
Small things
AUGUST 27
I cleaned the hallway mirror and it changed my week
Two years of dust, one cloth, four minutes. I keep walking past it now just to check it's still that clean.
I don't know how it got that bad. You stop seeing a thing once you've walked past it enough times, and that mirror had become basically decorative — a vague suggestion of a mirror.
Four minutes. That's how long it took. And now the whole hallway is brighter, which I refuse to believe is physically possible from one mirror, but here we are.
It's made me suspicious of everything else in this flat. What else have I stopped seeing? I've got a list going now. It's mostly windows so far.
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