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February is the shortest month and I can't say I'm not glad.
Last month I saw Istanbul, Barcelona and Andorra. Last year I was pretty good at writing little round-ups of the places I visited and taking a few decent photos, but I can't seem to get back into the swing of that. Especially on whistle-stop trips; it doesn't feel like I can do the places justice. I also find myself frustrated at the 'trendy' style of travel blogging that seems to prevail: posts that only tell you where to eat and shop and share photos taken in some of the biggest chains in the world.
I feel like February was full of words. Generic words on my curriculum vitae edited and re-edited, truths stretched so far they're almost transparent. I've applied for so many jobs. I've been writing fiction, I've been writing poetry* and I've been treating that as my job and making myself perform that job, even if it's not at an Employee of the Month standard.
I'm not February's biggest fan, generally, but I love Bry's birthday. I like the types of gifts people buy him. I like how he's slowly warming to the day, given that for the first few months I knew him, he wouldn't even tell me when his birthday was. He also loathes star signs, but he is such an Aquarius, trust me.
Perhaps I've written before about receiving sad news and that diminishing my ability to write about all the little banal things that I would ordinarily ramble about. This past week has felt a lot like that. When something terrible happens in my hometown, I feel very far away and everything I'm doing here seems a bit meaningless when someone else has had their world torn apart. In the film 50/50, a character called Mitch tells Joseph Gordon-Levitt's character, Adam, that "no one likes going to
the hospital. That’s not why people
go." I hope you - anonymous you - never have to face hospitals or funerals or those other unpleasant places. But if you do, I hope that you can remember Mitch's words and just go.
The final day of February was an EXCELLENT one, so excellent that I'm not allowed to tell you anything about it. It was one of those days I'm so grateful to have experienced, because creative, talented people doing their thing is always such a joy to witness. I hope that novelty never wears off.
In early February I watched The True Cost on Netflix. It's a documentary about the impact the fashion industry is having on the world. It takes you on the journey a cheap t-shirt from a high street store has been on to reach your hands at that price. It's frustrating and sad and important. I hope to make more sustainable choices in the future.
I read Jeff Zentner's debut YA novel, The Serpent King and reviewed it here along with Lindsay Eagar's Hour of the Bees.
Aside from that, I'm still listening to Adele and still in love with her.
* Whether you can call it poetry or not is debatable, but I just put a collection of writing up for download here.
Yours, feeling the buzz of having encouraging female friends,