There are times when I start to worry about where my life is headed. No, I haven't started drinking too much or hanging out with a biker gang. I'm worried about how amazingly happy it has made me to see that the city of Oakland has finally made good on its promise to send me a miniature green bin for recycling food scraps. If the sight of a small green bin at the bottom of my stairs can put me into a good mood for the morning, what's next? Shouldn't I be aiming higher?
Yup, apparently the sixth grade environmentalist inside me is alive and well, since about two months ago, a switch inside of me flipped and I became obsessed with the idea of recycling green waste. I think it may have had something to do with the copious amount of leeks I was consuming (leading to a copious amount of inedible leek stems) -- but whatever the trigger was, the result has been a mess: an assortment of plastic bags around the kitchen filled with strawberry stems and avocado pits that I leave around for a week till they start to smell. I'm not sure if they'd smell less if I put them into a green bin, but whatever. Something about it seems more hygenic, more secure. And it's a hell of a lot cuter than a plastic bag filled with rotting avocados.
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