My silent, forever observant heart has been a little rattled lately. It’s scared in a way I have never known it to be. Startling at the slightest bang of furniture, locking doors of keys I never bothered before. I’m getting old I’ve been told. I gracefully accepted that. Even when the snotty young girl at the chemist rolled her eyes and informed me that hair … Continue reading Accept

Seven Phases of a Relocation

I’ve always been a bit of a mover. It’s difficult for me to live in a predictable surrounding for an extended period of time. While to many familiarity is a comfort, I tend to start feeling suffocated if the status quo doesn’t change on regular basis. Three to four times a year, I re-arrange my apartment. It’s not a pre-determined thing. It comes on all … Continue reading Seven Phases of a Relocation