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new years eve - december, 2014


Nov - Dec came to me in waves. My neighbours were having a light show on New Years Eve: crimson, the colour of ripe lemon and a deep blue, all from my window. Exactly three weeks before this, my ma was holding my hand in her own like a child, roles reversed, it was my first night at that place. Matias was there too, rubbing my back the way he does and saying "we'll be alright, we'll be alright'. I didn't sleep well because I remember waking to the sound of new feet shuffling in the corridor just after midnight, a new neighbour unpacking in the dark followed by a small tired voice peeping in asking me if I was asleep, if they served a nice breakfast and whether I thought I was going to stay here for long.

I managed to maintain a routine for myself which involved waking at seven each morning, warm coffee with one sugar and sharing my bread always, reading the winter issue of kinfolk, thinking about home, thinking about this all becoming familiar. During my stay a lot of people came in and out, for example: for three nights, I shared secrets with a girl who held onto so much under a tight fist through dividing curtains, and shared breakfast with a woman the next week who's name translated to 'pure' 'free' and 'willow', she was diagnosed with alzheimers on her second day, so some mornings she often confused me for her daughter Frances / "Why did you marry that boy after everything he's said to you?" "Have I left my car keys on your coffee table again?" "Was I a good mother to you?" / I keep looking back and a lot is still a big blur for me but I like to hold onto the details once I find them. The weeks I spent there were really just a time to be so, so slow.

I've made a list of things one morning in my journal, some small (and big) things for this year:
  • invest in a sturdy analogue, be visually mindful and take more photographs 
  • be in the kitchen more, start from the very beginning. your ma has a world of stories to share 
  • rock climbing, lap swimming, running by the sea
  • learn how to drive 
  • work hard but be humble
A happiest new year to you. I hope this year is a good one for me too. 


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