It’s where I recharge.
It’s where I read.
It’s where I post.
It’s where I chat.
It’s where I’m at peace.
Cold temporary dwelling that evoked the days of youth.
When a single bed was for sharing.
Tight spooning, dead armed, hair smelling closeness. Sometimes new and awkward. Sometimes familiar and friendly. Sometimes furtive and intimate. Sometimes rapid and rugged.
The single bed still had the potential to fulfill the requirements of a student me for a year or two.
And now? I overfill the footfall somewhat…
A single duvet is a drafty offer.
But I’m prepared to shift up against the cold wall like I used too.
My Twitter account has been about connections.
The Nonsense. The Chats. The Support. The Friendship.
Life is changing for me. For the better. Not easier.
And the next few months will be about staying in the light.
Seeing more. Learning more. Meeting more. Laughing more.
Being more me.
With the classic 1st picture trope of not tidying…