Ok, so amongst all these political posts, I thought I’d write a quick personal one.
I’m back in Sydney and almost in full swing again after Mom’s death.
I still cry every day at some point. But that makes it sound like I’m depressed. I’m not. They are little cries. And they come at times I usually think of her. Like ‘oh I should call home’ or ‘what do I get people for xmas?’ or just ‘mom would like that article.’
And the crying isn’t all sad either. In a weird way it makes me feel closer to her for that moment. Intensifies the missing and then tapers off and fades.
I found a little lapel pin in my things the other day. Mom gave it to me last xmas and it reads “don’t should on me” in green bubble letters. Something I would throw away if she were still alive. But now it makes me all sentimental and teary. A cheap chachki.
So much for my non-attachment to things.







