I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.
A nostalgic reflection on Christmas in the 90s—loud family gatherings, tangled lights, mismatched traditions, and the kind of holiday magic millennials grew up with and quietly miss as Christmas feels different in adulthood.
From Beanie Babies to Squishmallows, this personal essay explores the evolution of comfort collecting—and why embracing softness as adults might be the most rebellious self-care move we make.
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