And they are some our guide for Marmite first timers. First toast your pillowy soft bread.

Push that.

Liberally spread that butter. Stroke that Marmite open.

Dip that knife and spread that. Don't overload.

And taste that. Marmite. Love it.

Hate it. Get it on.

So thoughtful driving for changes we can all start to make today.

My mother has lived in the same apartment building for the last two decades.

Even three years ago when she had a car accident and went through six months of therapy to be able to walk again,

she refused to move from the fifth story home she'd had since I moved away from college.

I tried to point out that while she was getting around okay with a new cane,

a ground floor place would be a lot more convenient.

She'd nodded toward the hallway as she pointed out that the elevator made every floor the ground floor.

When I asked her what she'd do if the elevator was out or there was a fire, she just shrugged.

Well, I guess I'll just tumble my ass down the steps.

My mother's attachment to her apartment isn't limited to the place itself of course.

She likes the neighborhood and she also likes the neighbors.

Apartment buildings are funny.

A lot of the times you live with dozens of other people without knowing them at all.

But her building had enough long-term tenants.

That, over time, people grew familiar with each other.

They chitchat in the hallway.

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