It seems every time I sit down to write about Manchester, it’s raining. Raindrops trickle down the glass of the window beside me and for a moment, I allow myself the thought that Manchester is mourning my leaving. (Then I remember a friend recently told me it rains in Manchester 152 days out of theContinue reading “Meetings and Partings”
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The Cusp
About a month ago, I was cleaning out my apartment, as I had been doing for days on end by that point. I was stuck in an endless loop of moving boxes to our storage unit, texting friends asking if they wanted anything, posting items on Facebook marketplace, and rocking in a fetal position whilstContinue reading “The Cusp”