I used to write on here all the time. Or so it felt like. When I did that I was freeing my mind. I grew up with none to talk to. It was a scary time my childhood. Always on the edge. Behave like the perfect child or else! And then other times i was too perfect and then it was the same - change or else! I didn't have access to my own bedroom. I grew up knowing quite quick that if my mother wanted my bedroom I better get out. Sometimes I would get in the attic, sometimes out into nature and other times sit in the kitchen or lounge waiting until I was allowed back in my bedroom. There was this one time my mother decided to ghetto blast the neighbourhood with opera and classical music. She put the speakers in the window (of course opened the windows) and on full volume. She told the whole neighbourhood how much she hated them and knew they were talking about her. She did this from my bedroom. I didn't dear stop her. I think I always deep down knew it was best to let her get on wit...
Day 4 House arrest, lock down – Bath, UK 2020 I thought I would start a daily, every two day write up of my experience of quarantine. I am lucky enough to have lived in so many countries all over the world (literally from one side to the other). I have also travelled reasonably well so have people around that I am interested in hearing how they are holding up and they message me asking how I am doing. So here we are. I used to do this when I had limited access to day to day life in Costa Rica and funnily enough, I also did this when I live in Hawaii but then it was in paper form and to my friend D! Someone might read it – someone might not. I guess it helps me as well. I am a talker and a thinker so this will help me get my daily words to a slight lesser amount! Haha! Here we go; Few days before the announcement, Fri – Monday. Bath – March 2020 It felt so surreal. The weekend and even the Friday before I had work and I felt guilty for going about. I text my wond...