Hi from the swing of things, where I have aggressively placed myself since arriving back. It can be hard to start again ; and this difficulty seems to be unfolding in all the tiny realms of my daily life. But here I am, listening to Birdy’s new song, switching naps for lattes, hiding in sweater dresses that feel like tents and so on. I brought this oversized Burberry coat of my Mother’s back home with me, it is older than I am and only really fits when I wear big, baggy things underneath. It’s actually a man’s trench and too big for both her and me, but she said I should wear it anyway. I said I would so today, I did. And the hat? Oh this hat, its been on my head on and off again for half a decade, its from a shabby vintage shop in the Marais. I still remember the day, I had ten euros in my pocket, 5 for a flat white and the other half was spent on this hat. And that my darlings, is the meek sliver of a story I have for you today. It isn’t much, I know but here I am staring at a screen wishing my words would stretch into something more. Maybe tomorrow.