I have been meaning to write for so. so. so. long. – a post about the latest lessons the tiny has taught me. I have the notes scattered over my tiny desk and the desire, it just seems I have only (and appropriately only) tiny amounts of time to do so. But soon, I will be sorting those sticky-notes.
As a teaser in the form of a romantic mystery, I have a very small (and fantastically ideal) hope that a certain handsome man I met my last summer night in Leipzig might happen across this site and find that, though I am not a person of regret, I should have walked him to his tram stop. at the very, very least.
The end. for now. loves!
aatinyhouse 