3 September, 2007 | Leave a Comment
At last.
I’ve ended up where I began. In my new home, it is rarely quiet.
Mostly I hear:
Church bells and police sirens.
Nothing, nothing beats city life.
I sit at my desk now. Outside my window there are trees that I’m already in love with, trees that cast shadows on Georgian buildings. There are street lamps outside my window, bright at night like stars in the blackness.
This feels like a dream sometimes, this life that I have. Here. I fear that someone will take it away from me, realize I’m not worthy, send me away. It’s a real fear, but for now I tell myself that I live here
amongst these fabled leafy squares where two years ago there were bombs, where two years ago there was blood in the streets.
There are ghosts, here, of murdered people, of famous dead writers. There are ghosts here of my former selves, from ten years ago, from two years ago. I keep ending up here, walking these same streets, seeing this same self reflected in shop windows, this girl-woman, older now, better now, happier now, capable of understanding what happiness is, now,
but still searching. For something.
Anglofille said @ 7:56 pm | personal |
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i’m finding that ghosts are good company for the search.
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gadfleye Says:
September 6th, 2007 at 2:56 pmDoes this mean that you are going to do more posts about Tesco, The Gateway to Hell? That was my favorite post.
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There’s a new supermarket around here — a big, proper supermarket. So that means no more Tesco for me! I hate that place. I’d rather starve than go back to that mini-Tesco from HELL.
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Lillie Says:
September 7th, 2007 at 1:26 amHave you been to Whole Foods yet?
I emailed them a while ago to inquire if they had your dairy free guacamole, but they never responded.
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Yay! for new home. Sorry, a bit late we know, busy here…
