White simple

Life is quite turbulent these days. I’ve gone from totally convinced I’m about to be fired to receiving a runner-up Employee of the Month award in work. I keep losing things, tidying up, losing other stuff, finding things and then things take a weird turn.

I’m not sleeping that well and I keep running out of money and then getting more just in time. I can’t wake up in the morning without a fight with myself. And yet I feel full of hope.

This trip to America, not even 4 weeks away, will be just what I need. I need a change of scenery, a holiday, anything to break the routine. Routine which at the same time I crave, by the way.

I have this love of very plain carbohydrates. I could eat bowl after bowl of basmati rice, potatoes, spaghetti, crackers. I adore the unadorned things in life, a white wall, an unimportant field, a car with naked steel wheels, a white shirt and black tie. No make-up, no amp, no logo.

But once a year, I want America.