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my bed, or sitting on the
floor by the window. And
the more stuff that was
removed from the space,
the more I became aware
of my own presence. I
was building up a sense of
excitement. What would
happen next? Where
would I be? I couldn’t
seem to come up with
answers to questions like
this and to tell the truth,
as well as feeling excited,
I was a little bit frightened
too. I mean….. Alone
in this world. Yet I saw
that co-existing with the
creeps in the house share
was being alone and in a
worse way. So let’s have
a better kind of alone, I
said to myself. It may be
a learning curve but that
was living, wasn’t it.
At least I was clear headed
enough to recognise I
could not be shut up in
that house with those
loonies forever, trading on
that
smile, that god-awful
smile. Plus, maybe a little
bit of fear is sometimes
good, or at the very least,
necessary. Perhaps it
could take you further
on down the path of life.
Maybe fear was not to
be feared. This was the
very thought that came
to me as I struggled down
the road one windy mid-
morning with the last of
my charity shop offerings.
There was a
wait and
see
suspension to me. I
decided this uncertain
state of mind suited me
if anything as I hadn’t felt
so vibrant in months.
So what about Cherry
and me? She was twenty
five and so was I. For
some reason everybody
in the house was twenty
five. Just one of those