The Light & Shadows

Hello from Scotland, where it’s warm and the sun is shining… 

Ah, kidding. The wind is blowing, the rain is blasting, the ocean is raging. I am having my coffee, and looking at me are three placid sheep pressed together in the hard weather.

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How did I end up here? I suppose something—well, someone—came in and turned my life around dramatically. I guess I let him. Maybe it was even part of his appeal. He would take me away from my life; he would take me away from me.


I often have questioned this need to grow and change. I questioned if it was healthy, if it was the proof of a certain hollowness I was carrying inside. So often, men were the catalysts. Should I worry about it, should I work on it?


Until recently, when I fell in love with a house. 
I fell hard. As hard as I used to fall for men. Crazily, worryingly hard.

I suppose that once you’ve found the love of your life, then mostly, it’s houses you fall in love with.
I know. I won’t be the first woman who settles down and starts decorating…