Though it's bright and sunny today in Toronto, I can't help but feel the seasonal shift in my bones. On this day off, I want to curl up on the couch and channel surf, or partake in a bit of nesting by way of running a vacuum through the apartment, or perhaps baking a banana bread, the feel of the ingredients coming together so comforting and satisfying.
We've lived in our new apartment for five months. The upcoming cold season will be our first in such small quarters. No escape. Even the refuge of the balcony seems as welcoming as a walk across Siberia, the wind up here severe and unrelenting. All this means is that, now more than ever, we need to be comfortable and organized. Every inch must make us smile, and we must employ all tactics to keep our home from becoming overrun with the clutter and chattels of lazy-winter.