Dear
November.
Apologies
for the delay. Once again, this attempt
to write to you every day isn't going very well, but I am trying. I hope you love a trier as much as God
supposedly does.
Anyway, I've
had a lovely weekend. Yesterday, I went
to see some friends that I haven’t seen in a while. Whilst I was waiting for one of my
connections at Deansgate, I took this. I
don’t know why - I've seen the Hilton building in Manchester many times - but
yesterday it looked… I don’t know… New?
Like I’d never really seen it before.
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| Waiting for trains and hopelessly hunting for toilets 15.11.14 |
Today,
travelling back and housework have been the aims of the game. The last load of tumble drying is… well…
tumbling as I type. I've got somechilled out music that reminds me of my childhood playing.
And despite
that and having had a good day, I'm feeling incredibly melancholic. I'm acutely aware that it’s probably the time
of year we’re coming towards – nothing personal, November, but after last year, you’re a bit of a downer, whether I
like it or not. Then deciding to play
music that reminds me of being a kid…
Maybe nostalgic is a better word for how I'm feeling than
melancholic. You know the word nostalgia
really means homesick?
With that
thought, I'm going to leave you with a song.
I'm sorry
for missing writing to you yesterday, November.
I know we’re over halfway through the month so this is already coming
towards its close, but writing to you so often… somehow, it gives me hope? I don’t know if that makes much sense.
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