On Sadness and Trees

I have a little more than a week left in my apartment. I was never particularly happy in it, because it’s a loft, and so I get a lot of light, even at night. I like nights to be dark. But I love the neighbourhood. All around me there are trees, trees everywhere. When I…

The Art of Letting Go

I have always found it very difficult to let go. Let go of grief, of anger, of people or things I have loved. Right now, for example, I’m still seething because an idiot neighbour, who has a very aggressive dog, was threatening to let him loose while me and my boyfriend were walking our dogs…