Diary of a Separation

Sunday 4th March 2018

The first night in the new place is cold. This is nothing to do with the room temperature or the season and more to do with how I am feeling. Powerless and exposed. No matter how high the heating is turned on, a certain chilliness creeps in and sneaks up my body. I feel choked by the bin bags and carrier bags dotted around my room, closing in and yet stationary. My patience, so far so…