When I was back in the UK, there were days when everything felt pointless: why bother getting out of bed when all that lies in store is a day of trips to the hospital, bouts of tears and interminable misery? What’s the point in attempting to do anything nice when the basic situation cannot be altered? Such were the musings that crossed my mind multiple … Continue reading Shards of beauty
I was deeply moved by the messages of kindness and support I received following my last blogpost; thank you to everyone who reached out. Towards the end of October, I made the devastatingly difficult decision to return to Chile, and I’ve now been here for over a fortnight. By the time I left the UK, my mum had moved home and was settling in well, … Continue reading Doing the right thing?
I’ve now been in Chile for six whole days and, instead of a lengthy and inevitably somewhat dull blow-by-blow account of the week, here are a few slightly silly anecdotes offering a dollhouse-sized window into what life is like here as both a gringa and somebody prone to being a bit of a shambles. 1. Surprise! Empanadas are essentially Chile’s national dish; imagine a Cornish pasty but … Continue reading A cuenta a day…
N.B. I wrote the first half of this a week ago, and I have now left Oxford and am back at home in Lincolnshire. It’s been almost a whole year since I wrote a blogpost but that is not to say that the past year has been uneventful. On the contrary, it’s been a highly formative year: I’ve completed my degree, found out what I’m … Continue reading The start of adulthood?