Junk drawer archaeology

Decided to tackle the kitchen junk drawer today because apparently I’m that person now. You know the one - the drawer that collects everything from expired coupons to mysterious keys to that one screwdriver that somehow migrates there from the toolbox.

The infamous junk drawer archaeological dig continues

Halfway through the archaeological dig, I found Jake’s little emergency heating notes from February. The ones he left around the apartment during our thermostat crisis - “Blankets in bedroom closet,” “Extra space heater in basement,” “Called landlord again at 2pm.” Each one in his careful handwriting, stuck to surfaces I’d actually see during my morning routine.

Junk drawer archaeology

Sitting here reading through them again, it hits me how much that whole mess taught us about being a team. Not the big romantic gestures kind of team - the boring, practical, Wednesday morning kind. Jake anticipating what I’d need before I even asked for it. Me actually letting him handle the landlord calls instead of taking over. Both of us figuring out how to be uncomfortable together without making it worse.

Keeping these notes. The junk drawer can stay a little junky.