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These Beautiful Days

I thoroughly enjoy sitting in our living room with the fan going and all of the windows open. I opened the windows at 8am, despite being directly next to a busy road the air still smells fresh and clean. We don't get much light due to the angle of our apartment, but early in the morning the sun shines through one of the trees outside our window and covers the living room in beautiful dappled light.

I've been battling with the constant need to be doing something at all times. I unconsciously count the number of cars I hear go past the window, measure by eye the distances between the railings and notice that they're not as evenly spaced as they might first appear. The inner walls of the apartment are crooked in places, the archway between the living area and the bedrooms is more narrow at the bottom than it is at the top. There's a gap underneath the base boards in every room that is about 50mm tall, underneath them live small spiders and other bugs that wage secret wars while we are sleeping in our beds. I try to leave the spiders but vacuum up the other bugs.

Fat silverfish appear in our sinks every morning and have done since before we moved in. The hassle of having them removed is more trouble than it is worth although I am secretly afraid that they will eat the glue binding on all of my books. I am tempted the wrap all of my books in cellophane, but I know that would be crazy.

The pattern repeat on the fabric I have used for curtains is just over a metre, one of the curtains in the livingroom has been hung upside down so that the pattern runs the wrong way. I'm the only person that has noticed this so far, however upon remembering it I am always distracted by the fact that the ceiling and wall nearby has been painted in three different shades of white, in uneven splotches across the surface. This distraction requires enough scrutiny to make me forget about the curtain every time. Although writing about it now has reminded me that I need to change it around.

Sometimes things in the house are uneven on purpose, I will not straighten the 4th picture frame from the bottom center because when I look at it I'm reminded to look at the photograph it contains.

The weather is beautiful today. Mikey and I already went for a walk this morning, this afternoon we are going to go and play on the playground after cleaning up the house and doing a few loads of laundry.

While Mikey was falling asleep for his midday nap I finished reading Unaccusomed Earth. Next I will be starting The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. After that, who knows?

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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