I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
I think as a young person who has lost their mum, I am quite tired of being scared of everything.
When my Mum passed away, I willed my life to stay exactly how she left it – perfectly untouched like the crisp layer of newly fallen snow, blanketing my life. I daren’t take a step forward in fear of altering what she had left. I awkwardly lived around her belongings, preserving her life in our home.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
Locked down, and unable to escape the leaks, my thoughts turned inward. I crept into some of the darkest crevices of my mind, shocked at some of the old relics I had found in distant memories.
We are one third of the way through 2021. Look at how far you have come, and smile. We are so proud of you.
I wondered if it would be okay, me living alone. Waking up, cooking, watching TV. I was afraid I would be like that man from Up.