I’m so looking forward to a hard day’s work being followed not by an empty and dank hut. Not by photos hung from string that is slowly being devoured by termites. Not by a bucket bath, or a soundless house.
But by a hug and a reassuring smile and someone to share this mess of mine with, revel in it, learn from it, talk about it and everything else.
Introspection is a wonderful thing… for a while.