I’ve been feeling uncomfortable lately.
Freedom, choice and ironing.
I grasped at all the clichés: It’s for the best; I’m better off without the drama; I can now get on with my life. But none of them stuck. I continued to be consumed by loss.
I like open spaces with views of mountains, the sea or city skylines; vistas that hint at endless adventure, possibility and freedom. Consequently, I’m not enamoured of the suburbs with their views of fences, patios and manicured lawns