Can’t go back, only on.

Life is a funny thing, I think. I’m so lucky – I have friends in so many places, tucked down side streets and behind brown front doors looking out on to parks or high roads or dimly lit pub gardens. New friends around every corner just waiting to be made, old ones at pub tablesContinue

Homecoming

My bedroom was covered in a layer of dust when I got back. My mum has been in, changed the sheets, given it the cursory tidy round every so often, but the endless piles of books scattered absolutely everywhere had a light film over them. Evidence of my absence for the last two years. It’sContinue