Written after enjoying ripe mango straight off the tree
The mango tree outside my apartment is laden with fruit which has started to ripen. I got one fresh off the tree for lunch and my God they taste divine. They smell incredible too, in fact when the breeze is blowing in the right direction I can smell them while sitting on the balcony. They’re only small mango but that’s probably for the best as otherwise I’ll likely eat my bodyweight in mango each day.
There’s been a bunch of small things around the house which I’ve been meaning to do for ages and am finally getting them done. It’s all boring stuff like finding new bedsheets, improving the lighting, organising the wardrobe etc. I’ve avoided such tasks for the past few years as it’s a waste of money if you know you’re likely to move on. Guess this means I’m intending to stay put for a while then?
Going out for coffee used to be a treat for me but at some point it became a part of my daily routine, and then at some point later it became something I felt I couldn’t live without.
Although I don’t think there’s any harm in a daily coffee shop visit, I try to restrict any behaviour which started out as enjoyable and gradually evolved into being a requirement.