Like always, I enjoy reading your writing and following your journeys. You take the most ordinary details and lace them with real texture—nail salon to minibus to soup to smart glasses, all with that easy rhythm that makes it feel like I’m just eavesdropping in the best possible way.
But I have to be honest: from the very first line, I had only one question… and now, after reading this whole story?
Can I see what your nails looked like?
Seriously, you can't open a story with “right after leaving the nail salon…” and then not show the nails. That’s narrative foreplay with no payoff.
Still—beautifully done. And now I want soup and a scooter and possibly your Ray-Bans.
Like always, I enjoy reading your writing and following your journeys. You take the most ordinary details and lace them with real texture—nail salon to minibus to soup to smart glasses, all with that easy rhythm that makes it feel like I’m just eavesdropping in the best possible way.
But I have to be honest: from the very first line, I had only one question… and now, after reading this whole story?
Can I see what your nails looked like?
Seriously, you can't open a story with “right after leaving the nail salon…” and then not show the nails. That’s narrative foreplay with no payoff.
Still—beautifully done. And now I want soup and a scooter and possibly your Ray-Bans.
—Mark
Lol! Of course! I should link the previous post - the image is on there😅
Thank you so much for your lovely comment! I'm so happy you liked my story! It means so much to me 🥹🙏🏼
https://mydailyjourneys.substack.com/p/city-girl-and-a-backpack