Eldest has moved again, into a new share house. It’s full of boxes and unpacking vibes as three people with a bit in common learn how to household with each other.
They don’t have a jug to boil water, or scissors, but they have a big avocado tree hanging over the fence in the backyard, and wineglasses.
Thinking about Doreen Massey’s beautiful definition of space as “the simultaneity of stories-so-far”.
I came home with a red lantern to hang on my deck.
