My husband and I are out of town this week, exploring a new city for a possible job transfer. I booked us a cute little, tiny cabin for the week, with a cute little, tiny porch. The gravel crunched underneath our tires in harmony with the sound of my “awww”s as we pulled into the driveway. I love tiny things. Cabins and porches not excluded.
We walked inside to find the setup just as adorable. I slowly inspected all 200ish square feet with joy but recoiled slightly when my eyes landed on the title of a book nestled amongst a handful of others on a top shelf in the kitchen: “How to Disappear and Never Be Found,” written by a former SAS Commando.
My surprise did not lie so much in the fact that someone would write this book. The content of written material ceased to amaze me with the advent of the internet and the numerous self-publishing options made available to us in recent years. What surprised me was that the hosts of our air b&b would purchase this book and at some point think, “hey, this would be PERFECT to display in our cute little, tiny cabin for strangers far and wide!”
I mean, yo. You do you. Write the book, buy the book, read the book, display the book… but Imma judge you for it. On the surface, you appear to own a modest house in the middle of BFE USA and a couple cute tiny cabins that you rent to strangers for a little extra income. But who are you REALLY??
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