Changing your life
isn’t always something you can plan for. Six months before the coronavirus pandemic began, when I was 31 and a half, I broke up
with my partner of almost eight years and turned my life inside out. It was at once a shock and a long time coming. What I learned during that period, poring over the fragments of a life that had become stuck to me as old receipts and bits of gum do to the lining of a handbag which you have been forced to turn inside out because you’ve lost your keys only to find a necklace you’ve forgotten you even own, is that, trite as it might sound, sometimes you really don’t know what you’re looking for until you find it.