my husband, my dogs, my computer, my bed, my post box, all things that associate with home and are impossible to carry while traveling.
My life is not like a box of chocolates but like a empty tin of biscuits that has been fitted perfectly to carry only the necessary items.
My life is not easy, nor is it complicated, I am on a trial period in every sense of the word. Are the risks I am taking worth taking? The worst thing of all is that I do not know. All I do is wait these days, that is very irritating, good news is - I am so cornered emotionally I write loads. I hope at least this roller coaster ride will push that great novel out of me, that would be an experience so worth having then.
I would like things to work out, i think I deserve it by now.