Completed my BA in Literature and Drama with First Class Hons in England after a spell living in Hong Kong. Moving on to an MA in English Literary Studies, and becoming a certified mechanic. Stage manager for a local theatre group. I like knitting, getting my hands dirty working on my car, the sea, books, films, baking and the phrase DEAL WITH IT.
I don't like wedge heels, and I don't understand fashion. The two are possibly related.
I like taking photos, I'm not a photographer.
GOODBYE.
(Talk to me here)
My friend is going to a Pakistani wedding today.
permalink
permalink
I don’t even know any more.
permalink
permalink
permalink
permalink
permalink
Time for a ramble:
Occasionally I am overwhelmed by the feeling that I need to return ‘home’ RIGHT NOW, and I guess you could call this homesickness, except for the fact that it isn’t so much a desire to return to a specific place, as a yearning for a certain state of mind. When I think of home I don’t think of the city or even the country of my birth, its a certain seat by the window when the light is just right, a book I thought I had lost, the beach on a clear autumn day with the dog running across damp sand. Sometimes I get lucky and find little pockets of home in the corners of big cities, but more often than not home is hiding in the trees, or whispering from the rush of the waves.
And much as I love Hong Kong, I could never stay in the choked up city, where everything is built around a tourist’s idea of what it should be, with an expensive-looking designer label. So I guess I will keep moving, keep looking. I will go until I find somewhere that gives me a reason to stay.
Home for me is a good book, a cup of tea, some biscuits and good company. What about you?
permalink
Shit for someone.
I don’t even….what?
permalink
