It probably felt lonely as I left it cold in the overhead compartment while I walked into the summer of BA -after five years together.
I lost ‘that’ coat.
Packing back last night I noticed it was gone and I cried.
I’m far from home, visiting family for a few days, packing and unpacking, loosing things, mourning uncles, seeing old friends… It is emotional chaos.
And now the coat is gone, and like any human being would, I broke down crying, putty face, hugging the blue airbnb pillow, salty tears flowing down and into my mouth.
I break down into little pieces for no clear reason to the outsider and simply because the wounds that make us irrational go deep and are invisible to the untrained eye.
Yes I know, things are transient, but I’m far from accepting every moment as it is, far from dropping down the ‘story’ around the coat.… Read the rest