From the outside looking in


When I went to Lampedusa, I had just moved house. As I am finally settling into my new life, I realise it’s been like skateboarding on a vertical wall every day for one entire year. Now, things look suddenly full, happy – scared as I am to say it aloud. Along with things I treasured and thought I couldn’t possibly live without, I have certainly shed a very old skin and very old beliefs. I am softer. I had to learn how to second a strong tide.

I have long been in love with that Raymond Carver story where a man gets locked out of his house. I have always dreamed of a house with windows I could peep in from the outside.

There – I have one now.

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