Two and a half years ago I threw away everything that belonged to my married life. I started again without a toaster or a vacuum cleaner or an iron.
As I pack up the flat Duckfish and I have shared for the past two years, I feel the urge to throw more things away.
Like a snake leaving behind its skin, I’m shedding the clutter of my life.
Soon all that will be left is the new me — the one who has left her story behind in the place where it unfolded.
Reborn, renewed, released. Shedding.