Tomorrow I move out of the house I’ve actually been surprisingly happy in. I haven’t had a lot of time to write, thanks to final papers due, applications to apply for, plans to make, people to care for, money to find. However, these next few months of rootlessness will hopefully lead to a smoother, denser path that won’t seem so very fragmented. I have found it hard to put into words how moving feels, because it has become so very ordinary to me now. I haven’t stayed anywhere for more than a year for a long time now, and I know it will be a while before that happens. This hiatus won’t be long, I’ll be that little bit wiser tomorrow afternoon, with friends that promise a beer and a balcony. Doesn’t the moon look magnificent tonight, England?
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