Things feel gentler here than in France. The mostly flat land undulating, the infinite variations of green, punctuated with wild flowers, the dull sunlight, and pale blue sky, a textbook worth of clouds, even the cab driver’s easy chitchat…
I have been in England for the last four days, and things feel both familiar, and distant. I have only been gone two years, it has been two years already. Two years gone in a blink, filled with joys and pains so intense, I am left gasping for air, shocked and dizzy.
These last couple of weeks, I had been feeling particularly frazzled and exhausted, and coming here for a work-related course gave me a chance to physically get away from the grief of the last 6 months, and the crushing daily routine. Most importantly, I got a chance to stay with and see two dear friends, who picked me up from where I had fallen, and gave me some rare moments of closeness, balance, and what really tasted like happiness (or was that the white wine?).
I walk past clumps of uniformed children going to school, toddlers eating crisps in their buggies, everyone in shorts and tank tops while I shiver in the morning chill in my jeans, jumper and coat. I feel ready to go home.
To Sandra and Gemma, two amazing women. Thank you.
Placebo – Every you, every me