How to Hygge

(Pronounced Hoo-guh)

This is going to sound crazy, but I used to leave my house before the Pandemic. I’d meet friends for happy hour, go shopping at the Americana, and I’d even go on dates with members of the same sex because me so gay. Now I do everything in my power to stay inside. It’s so nice in here. All I want to do is read, write, and stare at my plants.

The wood, the fire, the textures, the candles, the plants. This is Hygge, baby.

Transitioning back into the post-pandemic world has been a shock to my system. I loved quarantine. I miss it every time someone sneezes without a mask on in public. The Pandemic taught me a lot about myself, too; who knew I could make a perfectly poached egg? Or that I could drink two full bottles of wine all by myself as long as I started at 11 am? I even learned how to use an air fryer, like, what the fuck? My biggest lesson, though, is the one I want to share with you, my loyal readers. During quarantine, I learned how to get cozy and how to stay the fuck cozy. I used to think you could only get cozy in the fall and winter, but I was such a dumbass back then. I learned that you could get cozy every single day of the year, even on 9/11 and leap years.

You might be asking yourself, “Self, what the hell is this lesbian talking about?” I’m talking about Hygge, a word I’m sure the entire population is saying wrong. It’s pronounced Hoo-guh, and it’s the Danish way of life. According to local legend and scientific…