I live just on the edge of the city center. We don’t have a garden, other than a concrete kubus where no sun ever shines. When we do want to soak up some sunlight we sit outside our window, on the sidewalk. We’ve put two benches right beneath them. It’s a lively neighbourhood and people walk past all the time. 

Once upon a time there was a small child, about 5 or 6 years old, who loved to play in the woods behind her house. They had a big backyard to play in, but she always preferred the forest. She wanted to wander outside the fence. The adventure of the unknown spoke to her.

I always felt like my age fit me. I didn’t mind getting older, because I grew alongside the passing years. When I was 18, I really felt 18. When I turned 22, mentally I was right there. But now I’m 26 and I don’t feel like my age anymore. Like I’m stuck in a younger version of myself. 

In April of 2024 I found myself in London. I came over specifically to see some musicals. I’ve booked the tickets all the way back in 2021, but due to covid I never got to use them.