I am walking on the streets of London with my mother, my sister, and her son. They are visiting for the first time since I moved here. We are bundled up in our coats. It is so cold that we just piled up wools and puffers and hats and scarfs and gloves and anything we could find.
We look terrible, but we’re happy.
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Such is the gift I had gifted myself for the third week of January. I knew, for I had experienced it before, that my time in New Zealand is always as full of joy as it is full of blob (I’ll get back to that later).
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Memory works in interesting ways. When I look back, I find my dating year to be a confusing and painful time. I suppose we process things by layers because at the time, I probably would have told you that I was having a blast. Maybe it’s just impossible to have an objective point of view when we are in the middle of it all.
It’s only now, two years into my relationship, that I look at dating me and feel like going back and giving her a hug.
Freed from under the boat, I finally found myself above water. I was alive. Around me, heads started popping out of the ocean, others that had found themselves trapped by the hull. I was lost and frantic, shouting the names of the ones I love.
Something was wrong. I could feel death’s presence all around. Then a blonde head emerged from the sea, and Earth was on its axis again. We were all here. Darkness left the scene, leaving a handful of humans in an utter state of shock.
You probably haven’t noticed, as I have barely noticed myself, but I’ve been going through some interesting change lately. Most of it has been unconscious and invisible.
I’ve been trying to take back my privacy.
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Walking with the confidence of a yoga teacher in the large corridors of the airy house, Garance was listening to her astrologer’s predictions for the year to come. She was a picture of serenity. A breeze was flowing through the white linen curtains. She acquiesced to the voice as if it was talking directly to her. As she walked through the pristine bathroom, she peeked in the mirror and liked what she saw.
“We’re leaving an era of Gemini and entering Taurus”, said the voice.
It strikes me anytime I am at an airport. Serene in my immaculate sweatpants and sneakers, rolling my extraordinary collection of Rimowa suitcases, going through the gates with ease and confidence, expertly taking out my extensive family of Apple devices as I go through security, everything packed and organized and elevated: I feel so rich.
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There is this place in Paris that everyone who loves the night has heard about. It’s red, dark and it is right here, in the middle of the city, not so far from from the Place Vendôme, the Palais Royal and the Louvre. You probably walk by it each time you visit.
It’s called Les Chandelles and it’s a sex club.
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There would be an interview, I’d ask questions and I’d be so friendly and they’d be so lovely and we’d say let’s try. They’d be so admiring and flattering and promising to be effective, pro-active and professional.
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I always saw myself* as someone who loved nature, animals and vegetable gardens. I knew that, given the chance, I would grow tomatoes, raise a few hens and of obviously, bake my own bread. City life was just a stop on the way.
Life in New York City had started wearing on me, so I had considered moving upstate. As often with me, it had started with the dream of an outfit – some overalls and a pair of wellies.
