When I was a teenager in the 80s the man across the street would always lay in his front yard hand picking the weeds out of his grass. I thought he was a nut. He did it for decades and so often that the first time google street view came through there he was still laying in his front yard hand picking weeds. I grew up hating yard work, moved to NYC and loved it and apartment life. Then I got married and moved to the burbs. Now in my 50s I just spent hours yesterday sitting in my garden hand picking weeds out from between all my lovely little plants and trying to identify all the native plants growing up between the wood chips and checking in on the little bird nest I found nestled in the weeds, which I cannot finish clearing because they are protecting the tiniest little precious eggs. How did this happen? How did I become this person?
What activity/behavior/hobby did you scoff at as a teenager and now you find yourself doing for hours on end and hoping for more daylight to just keep doing?