I love the fact that I own neither a microwave nor a car, and, despite the occasional inconvenience, desire neither of these things.
I love Julian of Norwich's image of the soul's being knitted to God. Especially now that I know how to knit.
I love it that my landlords recently carpeted the stairs going up to my apartment, thereby muffling the trampings of the fratboys beneath.
I love warm milk in my coffee.
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