Don’t go.

I was going to start this blog with some crazy urgent statement like - Less than a week to go!! Panic!

But actually, this is what’s on my mind: I already miss it.

I already miss the absolute chaos of this project. The people, the places, the purpose of it all. Although it’s been exhausting to the point of exhaustion, and I can quite confidently say that I’ve been skating around a complete break down over the last few weeks - I’ve never been so content.

When I first bought my house here, I wanted to run. I spent the first night on my own, crying, on an airbed in a room dripping with damp. I thought I’d made a huge mistake. I thought owning a mortgage in Bradford was a life sentence. I thought that freedom and happiness were beyond here - that I was supposed to be out there, on the other side of the world. That’s where people are happy? That’s where I’ll finally find myself? It was only when I was asked to let go of it, that I understood just what I had.

Thornton 4eva.

amz

PS/ I’ll tell you all about that pound coin over a pint one day.