Written exactly one year today:
I want so badly to say this has been easy, that it has been fun, that it was a lovely day and we ate pizza and we laughed and we packed up and that I am excited. I want so badly to see the positive in all of this, and know that a better outcome is coming. But it’s new, and it’s different, and I just can’t…not tonight at least. Most of my most precious things lie in cardboard boxes. The day is over and tonight I sleep under a different roof, with a different feel. What is so strange is the unfamiliar smell, like I don’t know this place. I don’t know this house, this neighbourhood, this bed, even. In time, though, I hope I get to know this place. In time, I hope I can call this place my ‘home’ and not my ‘house.’
365 short but long days later, and here i am, on this very night which is the 2oth of April.
And reading this tonight, all i can say is, time is your mender.
Time will not fill in the holes, or erase your memories but it will at least cover it, and make the impossible seem possible.
And my image for tonight: Taken one year ago, on my point and shoot camera. I chose it because of the blurriness of it all, mirroring perfectly what i felt in the moment i took it.