My best thoughts of the week, collected and presented to you every Sunday. This week: new neighbours, food, my brother, adults on scooters and Instagram's identity crisis.
Airport reunions, existential conversations along the Wild Atlantic Way, forgotten backpacks on Irish islands, future in-laws introduced, pints of Guinness, a sandy, jubilant dog on the beach. This is life on film – volume 7.
Waning out of a COVID-19 world, I now feel comfortable enough to comment on those ambivalent lockdown months and my subsequent move to a foreign country 14,000 kilometres away.
Time is going too fast - it frightens me. Years are lived in a week, a week becomes a day, and 24 hours is now a second. Blink, and we’re halfway through the year. Like a speed of light, projected as a void in outer-space, time has, and always will be, an uncatchable and uncontrollable…
“Why do you love Bristol?” I ask my British friends. Beth (my Northerner roommate) replies “It’s a great drunk night out, and I guess the people are lovely too.” Isabelle (a friend from work) sings “Oh, it’s steeped in history, has a great and proud culture, and it’s very liberal!”. And Lou (my local barista), simply looks at me and says, “Two words, darling: gert lush”.
Scenery and stories, traditions and tales, people and pinnacles. Welcome to the Scottish Highlands.