I’m moving on Tuesday so the last week has been pure chaos. I’ve been trying to stay normal with my cooking routines but I’ve been slacking nonetheless. For lunch, extra crispy shrimp jiaozi with apple cider vinegar with a simple iceberg lettuce (it was all I could find, weirdly good anyway) salad with shredded basil, quartered tomatoes and roasted walnuts with balsamic.
I’m taking hardly ANYTHING with me up north which is pretty liberating but also terrifying. I vowed to not pack any books or CDs so I can justify taking my record collection. The compromises we make with ourselves…
“We walked without knowing where. That was the fun of the thing: choosing not to be sure of our territory. The threat of the new place was less because I was with him: I thought it would be ok. It always had been. The hem of the new skirt brushed his hand as we walked. Short, he said, it’s very short, keeping going. We couldn’t have been out five minutes before it started. Just an uneasy feeling in the back of my neck, then footsteps. I could hear footsteps too like our own, an exact rhythm.”
Janice Galloway, Foreign Parts.