A French lady I do not know came to my house today. We bumped into each other through an online neighbours’ group. We could only speak outside as our semi-lockdown means no going into each other’s homes. She was collecting some boxes and bubble wrap from me.
Ella is leaving, with her daughter, after a separation and 4 years of living here. She is moving away from my town, back down to London, which has more familiarity and more friends to envelope them. I could tell there was sadness but also decisiveness and determination. Not determination to leave but determination to make herself feel better. I admired that in her and I was so glad that I’d had a few minutes to hear a bit of her story.
Feeling fragmented in a sticking plaster world is very true for so many of us. I was grateful to meet a new friend, albeit for just moments, and to know the world is still turning, still breathing, still finding a way. She can do it. I can do it. You can do it.
We are doing it.
The room above the garage
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