Just hanging out and waiting for the food I ordered, I glanced down at the floor and saw a bunch of square tiles. I felt nostalgic and comfortable. I recognize that this is both curious and absurd, especially since I’ve never lived in a place with these kinds of tiles, so I asked myself, “Does the floor make a difference?” Probably, I guess. I mean, who doesn’t like hardwood over carpet or brick over concrete?
Day 32 of 366