Escaping a life without guarantees…

  I remember wanting to leave the country because it felt like I couldn’t breathe here. Vividly recall days of sitting at my desk, 3pm chocolate runs, wearing cardigans and drinking hot water in the freezing summer aircon, dreaming of cobblestones and anonymity. Wanderlust. The travel bug. Call it what you will, but it was dramatic in the way that I was prone to at … Continue reading Escaping a life without guarantees…

So that you will not grieve like the rest, who have no hope..

Disclaimer: This was hard to write. It might be hard to read. Today I woke up tired, but not just tired, the kind of tired that stopped me getting out of bed. That’s rare. I calculated if I could afford to miss what I would if I pressed snooze, and then did so. Now that I’m awake I am physically rested, but my head and … Continue reading So that you will not grieve like the rest, who have no hope..