diaspora

Still moving. Because we didn’t do it the clever way. I have boxes upon boxes of things I didn’t know I had. I could probably toss the lot of them and never miss a thing. Steph says to ebay those bad boys. But I can’t bear to part with Prada or Chloe or Fendi. Even if it’s all ugly. The Euro tells me I’m an impulse spender and that I should learn how not to be. “Designer”, he says, “doesn’t make for Delovely”.

I’m worried about my rug. The one I don’t want anyone to walk on. It’s all rolled up and I’m just not convinced that’s good for it.

Mostly I’m just glad to say I’ve made a change. To be able to suck in deep gulps of air without being suffocated by it.

Be back when I’m not battling the wireless.