{it was the best of times, it was the worst of times}

Getting to Iceland 4

…and for five years, Glasgow, Scotland was home.

With mixed feelings – mostly the urge to sob, cut by the urge to snicker at myself – I bid goodbye to yet another home. This one hurts more than most, but knowing I will be back helps. Like all writing is revision, all of life is change, is it not?

Meanwhile, enjoying a short break before going back to work. Yes, this means I am currently HOMELESS! Please don’t try mailing me anything – I have no address. But, that will change. Stay tuned…