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Am I a #bitcoiner yet? 🦁 - πŸ‡¦πŸ‡·πŸ‡ͺπŸ‡¦ πŸ“πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§ 🧠,❣️,✨>>>

The audacity of my work colleague seeing my cat's picture today and saying equally surprised and underwhelmed "ah, he has a cute face" like she was expecting an orc or something?! OF COURSE he has the cutest face! HE IS A CAT. CAT'S HAVE CUTE FACES. HAVE SOME RESPECT.

Okay bye.

Me too! Whenever I've gone in it on the last years I've expected that, but it's not happened πŸ˜‚ wait let me try now

Honestly. One gmail's that I still have access to (but I don't use), is still just 8 letters. No symbols. No capitals. No numbers πŸ˜‚

Prr meow 🐱

I love you 3000

#catstr

Right? πŸ₯Ή It genuinely just never fades. I've seen them throughout the years and, if anything, their bond only ever grows stronger

My sunshine πŸ«‚πŸ’œ

Today, my regular bus stop is closed.

The next one is at the other end of London Bridge.

As I walk across, during sunset, surrounded by some of the most iconic buildings and views in England, I pause.

I pause to take it all in.

I left home 11 years ago, at the age of 20.

11 years of growth, emotions, experiences, adventures, independence, challenges, learnings, and unlearnings.

11 years of walking these streets, where time feels suspended and history whispers in your ear.

11 years can make a place feel routine and dull its spark. But often, I find myself stopping to observe.

I observe the views we used to see in movies, thinking they were unreachableβ€”views that millions travel from around the world to capture in a photo.

As I stop half way across the Bridge, I observe and reflect on my growth, those emotions, those experiences, those adventures, my independence, the challenges faced, the countless lessons, and, most importantly, all that I’ve unlearned.

Today, my regular bus stop is closed, and, like many things in these 11 years, it feels like it was meant to be.

#Blessed #RandomThought

My mum just sent me a screenshot of one of her friend's husband's post. That man married his wife 42 years ago - I've seen them, I've grown besides their daughters - and his words for her (and the other way around too) are just as full of admiration and love as they were on day one.

Goals.

GN #nostr πŸ’œ

What was your life like a year ago today?

#asknostr