Occasionally I remember

what it was like to walk alone and feel the absence of your hand in mine. What it was like to stand waiting on the platform and feel the shape of you hollowed out in my silhouette.

Then I remember to keep looking forward rather than back. 

Minor Milestones

Today (for the first time I): plucked my eyebrows, used a curling iron, set my hair in a pin-curl. I'm thirty in 2 months and I've never learned many of the basic girly girl skills before. My teens and twenties were a fiasco in some respects and these things just never figured high enough on the list of priorities. But it's never too late, is it?

The other day I had a long chat with Yang about what it means to be a survivor.