Apparently I haven’t posted one of these since October, mainly because I’ve barely done anything to the flat since then. However, in the interests of getting myself back up and running with the renovations, here is the state of things as it currently stands. Read more
This week I’ve been thinking about Marie Kondo, because so has everyone else. From everything I’d ever heard about her, I thought I’d strongly dislike her. The phrase “spark joy” makes me think of a peppy blonde American woman who assumes you can happy your problems away. You know the ones: the people who tell you the power of positive thinking will cure your chronic illness.
I’m a pretty tidy person by nature; whenever I put stuff down on a surface, I automatically put it down precisely aligned. This amuses and occasionally concerns people. And from what I’d heard of Marie Kondo besides the “spark joy” phrase, it sounded like her approach to tidying was just common sense: do you need it? do you like it? If the answer to both of those questions is ‘no’, then throw it away.
The reality is a little more complicated than that. And since I had some Netflixing time this week anyway, I thought I’d check out her show, which I liked. Read more
When I went to South Carolina in 2015, I didn’t want to come back. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where I cried in the airport and didn’t want to get on the plane. Not because I’m afraid of flying – on the contrary, in the sky is one of my favourite places to be – but because I didn’t want to leave Myrtle Beach.
The other day a Wonderful Thing happened with my flat. If you’ve been following the Flat Saga, you will know that Wonderful Things are not often forthcoming around here, so when they do happen I get Very Excited.
Now I’m going to stop using Gratuitous Capitals and start happy-screaming.
And breathe. OK, coherent writing. You’re a writer, scar, remember?
Right. Yes. Here’s what happened last weekend. Read more
…and now I have to find space for them.
A university is giving away part of its philosophy library, and I am taking it. Read more
I’ve been renovating my flat since I moved in four years ago. It’s not even nearly finished. It’s exhausting and exciting and all sorts of other words I can’t currently think of because my brain’s so focused on waiting for an email from the builder who came over earlier today, made a sucking noise through his teeth and gave me such a long list of things which need to happen that I can only remember about 50% of them.
It’s coming up to one of my favourite times of year. No, not Christmas; new year. The time to reflect, to look back over the past twelve months, work out what went well and what could have gone differently, and think about whether I’ve attained the goals I set out at the beginning of the year, and what my goals for next year might be.
It’s Monday morning. I wake up to the sound of seagulls screeching outside the window, sun straining through the blind.
I work for a bit, perched on the edge of the single bed in the hotel room with a bright pink laptop on my knee and my feet resting on the chair opposite, tapping out replies to emails and deciding on my Out Of Office message.
By 10am I’m on a bus through the countryside, familiar places passing by the window, invoking memories that have lain dormant since I last returned almost three years ago.