Things have felt so unfamiliar for the last few weeks as we all try so desperately to find our feet in a world that we don’t recognise. Everything is a struggle. Even the things that used to seem so commonplace. What shall we have for dinner. How will I get through the day. So far…
Home. Where the heart breaks?
I sit here in my privileged little bubble. My house up on the hill, with my view of the ocean. Heating, a flushable toilet, running water. Groceries in the cupboard. Much much more than we need. We buy in advance, enough for a month. A freezer full of meat. We did not stockpile toilet paper….