this last week has been about sleeping, drinking tea, walking through familiar streets which are unfamiliar and hearing a language that i should know and is making me looked confused. it's about walking along the sea and leaning into the wind. about looking at cave hill from across the harbour and smelling the kelp in the sea.
it's about standing in the the pouring rain and then 10 minutes later under the blazing blue sky and sun. standing in the crowded pub drinking guinness and watching football. laughing over dinner and crying over the news of america. it seems to be about my heart and my soul. about learning and growing, wonder and joy, pain and loneliness. about living in a country that now has bits of foreignness it never had before. about staring into a crowded room and looking for a face that's 1000s of miles away. it's about you and me and what happens next. it's about the early morning pink sky and running up the hills, it's about waking up in the middle of the night and reaching for someone who's never been there. this last week has been about fire bombs and burnt out cars. finding alternate routes home and walking past gutted shops. it's been about being embarrassed for my city and angry at the extremists. it's about falling in love and learning to trust. maybe it's just about life and how to live it.