A few years ago, I quit my job and intentionally took some time off work. I didn’t have a timeframe in mind for how long I would be unemployed, but it ended up being six months.

So it was that in that spring and early summer of that year, you could find me reading a book on my couch in the mid-morning with the relentless Amman sun beating down through my living room windows. You could find me baking a peach tart in the kitchen, for no reason at all other than that I love to bake.