There is talk of moving house, and I am struggling. Desperately playing catch-up, because I thought there was much more time. I don’t have a reference point for finding it this hard, which makes me wonder whether I should. This is not the house I grew up in. This is not the home I imagined. And yet it is the place where my heart breathes … Continue reading “where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb…”*