I am sitting on a mattress wrapped in yellow plastic and brown industrial tape in the centre of a bedroom I called home for many years. My life is packed between boxes in containers, suitcases in cars, receptacles in dark storage spaces that hold the secrets of many lost dreams and empty promises of a decade that flashed by faster than when ThrustSSC broke the land speed record.
I am, for this one last night, in a place where the walls witnessed my tears and the windows helped my laughter escape into a field I used to look out onto and treasure when I needed to flee the claws of life’s realities.
And then this thought crosses my mind –
I wonder if I knew then what I know now if I would still consider this a new beginning or whether I always knew it was the beginning of another end.
