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Can things that were once bad for you, ever really become good?
the transitional object
I've been thinking a lot about transitional objects, wondering whether they can change and move, at will or according to circumstance. Since coming back, mine have become fluid and almost completely out of my grasp.
coming back to people
One of the best and worst things about moving away from a place you’ve lived for most of your life, is perspective.
the first few weeks
Coming back home to the UK after a year in Melbourne is a strange and uncomfortable experience.
hello. again.
OK, I realise that starting a blog post with the word “oof” sets a very specific and perhaps disappointing tone, but alas, it is an almost perfect description of how I’m feeling as I write this post.
the goodbye sentiment
I have been avoiding updating my blog for a while. Every time I went to write something, it was either negative or sarcastic; my usual reaction when processing how to say goodbye.
the red desert
The desert is a heavy blanket that wraps you in a red heat. This is how it felt to visit Uluru in the Northern Territory for the first time.
unfamiliar faces
There is something curious about living in a place that you didn't grow up in. You have to learn the nuances of people's behaviour, the political attitudes of this new place, what their version of fun is.
turn the lights down
My thighs ache. The balls of my feet feel strained under the hard wooden floors. The temperatures rising.