Happy New Year!
I write this post from a Starbucks in San Jose, California, where my phone is currently being charged on a powermat while I drink my coffee, eat my muffin, and people watch. The rich people are about driving their fancy cars, parking out front Gucci and Tesla while they run their errands, while I carry a backpack, have frizzy hair thanks to the rain that has finally graced California, and wear polka dot leggings. I have never looked less like I belong. No matter, I can pretend I have money when I walk into Kate Spade to adore their wallets. They don’t know that I will quietly slip out when I relize how poorly my Canadian dollar is compared to the US...Read More