Monthly Archives: December 2018

Home is dragging twenty kilograms of a suitcase up a narrow staircase in the middle of the night, with mum hissing at me: “Shsh! Neighbours are long asleep.” Home is farmers’ market open for me 6 days a week, and the man from whom I always buy apples. (He knows Rubins are my favourites). Home isContinue reading “Home”