Bread, Art, present, future, expectations versus actual, planning and executing. Dreams. time to think. Time to read. Time to stop. Time to feel, look, taste, experience.
Today has been a mixed one, exchanged on the contract, we are now technically homeless, those 25% of our little flat are ours no more (we never quite decided on what 25% we owned, I think mine shifted between the kitchen and the bedroom, Nick’s probably very stationary at the table where he is always working…).
ACE reply has come through and sadly we have not been granted the funding. Oddly enough, although quite gutted I didn’t feel in any way shocked or rattled. I think it’s like being 1K short of the finish line on a ultra-distance race and someone telling you that there’s no goody bag waiting for you. That’s fine, I’ve covered the miles, I can finish on my own.
We just settle into our normal routines at a new location – juggling lives. Part-time-making-money-jobs, part-time-following-the-hear-work.