I’m wiped out tonight. We closed our labor of love bakery today. We received 5 handwritten cards thanking us for our service and our dedication to quality. I lived one of my dreams! The world feels perilous, terminal, and unsettling; I hope I’ve got this.

We’re but one micro-business casualty of the pandemic, but we (my mother & I) put ourselves through hell to keep the lights on, pay the accounts, fill the orders. I’m going to be reckoning with it for the rest of my life, but I feel a kind of hope I haven’t felt in a year.

I thrive on change, and the stagnant, repetitive, grinding insecurity of the last year broke me in fresh places.

But watch me mend!

Just a little look through what I’m leaving behind, in case y’all want to see https://twitter.com/nohomelikeplace/status/1369331906345598977

9 years! My son was 14 months old when we opened. I never got a sincere review under 4 s. I never paid anyone less than myself. I worked 60 hour weeks pre-pandemic. It was harder than it should’ve been, harder than I ever imagined. I rarely brag, but I exceeded my expectations

And I’m proud of what I accomplished