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The Notebook is a section of Florrie's Garden dedicated to collecting simple musings about my everyday life. Experiences lived, inspiration found, lessons learnt. Here I nurture seeds of thoughts, feelings and experiences, tending them toward blossoming into full reflections.

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2025

January 1st • While I am Getting to Know Florrie

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I feel like the truest version of myself when I step through the door of the house where my childhood lived. I recently returned home for the holiday season and was welcomed by a tender warmth of familiarity. The hardwood kitchen table, handcrafted by my grandfather as a wedding present to my mum, bears the faint scratches of my pens and pencils in the place where I sat every morning to complete my schoolwork. The shade of the tall pine tree over the front lawn, where my friends and I would compete to see who could fit the most pinecones into their dress pockets. Every corner of that place hums with a quiet atemporality, as if time had curled cosily into itself like a sleeping housecat, content and unbothered. Here, all the selves I have been seem to linger in the same moment, alive and present.