The summer of 2009.

Castle on the hill – Ed Sheeran   I have been homesick, terribly so. For England. For Cornwall. (For younger days).   And in being homesick, I have found things that take me back home that aren’t an aeroplane or a train. This song transports me in a way that only music can, to a…

Dreaming of becoming pastry.

We keep pausing our alarms in the morning, entangled in each others warm limbs and a daze of sleep. Every time hers goes, there is a childlike murmur for ten more minutes, then she pulls her body closer to mine and goes back to sleep. We finally wake, and I ransack her wardrobe, having worn…

Unsteady.

Today is the 2nd Friday since I have been back. Its a mundane day, nothing special.   Well, its some sort of festival in Gracia, and we had plans to see two friends for dinner and to enjoy the festivities together. Today marks 11 days out of England. Which seems to somehow be an extraordinarily…

Trying on lives.

I am all of a sudden aware that I love her. It is the ache in my heart as I get on a bus to the airport to leave her, and it feels all at once absurd and astonishingly obvious. Trust me to fall in love with someone who lives so far away. This is…

Taking the risk.

Yesterday was offically my first day living in Barcelona. The day before that was the 23rd. A Monday. A day that started bleary eyes, rushing to get dressed and make tea in a friends kitchen, where said friend rushed me to eat faster, as only she can. Her boyfriend drove me to Luton Airport, a…

Directions.

It’s Friday, and I decide that the best use of my time before a leisurely weekend with Darling would be to climb up my favourite thing: Montjuic.   I’m not sure what it is. Or exactly how many steps there are. But I am in a love-hate relationship with climbing all the way to the…

Old Pine.

Its Tuesday. Offically week one, day one. And I’m sat in Bar But, drinking a terrible tasting (regreting choosing a healthy juice drink) cucumber, apple and ginger liquid form of torture. I am thinking on life and love. And then. In this place so far from home and holding no comfort.. Ben Howard “Old Pine”…

The second trip

I am staying a week longer – with the promise I will apply for jobs back home if I do so. It is the first day and I am in a daze. I sleep until 12, shower, and pick clothes from the suitcase, my mind elsewhere even as I apply my make up to a…

An intake of breath.

Sometimes it is all about a single intake of breath. A space to fill your lungs with quiet and calm. It is the necessary peace and solitude after days and days of people, places and conversations confusing you, and the slight wear and tear of a cold on your body and patience. It is the…

Insanity.

I am moving to Barcelona. And soon. It’s the 5th today, and I’m leaving on the 23rd, so that’s… 17 days. And my bedroom is pretty much packed up. As well as the bathroom stuff. The DVD’s, the books.. everything but my kitchen stuff. I’m selling some things (Bedframe, mattress, bookshelves, freezer, chest of drawers,…