Saturday, 24 November 2012


Man is away for the weekend.
He has returned to his motherland.
It leaves me in the house alone. Which I do actually quite like.
He has gone to fetch more of his possessions. To drown what little amount I have here, even more.
I'll forgive him. He found me some little cups and saucers. They were all mucky from the mud in which they sat, down amongst the boats.
He said it could girlify things.
I like them. 

Even though I like my alone time here. Making it feel more like home in a different way. I have not yet spent the night alone in the abode.
I know I will stay awake listening. Sounds in the walls and floors. Pipes creaking and stairs relaxing. Was that a footstep?
My imagination is silly while I try to sleep.
During the days I occupy myself with job hunting and the occasional nap. 
Taking photos of the weather behind the window and curling up in a ball, hiding from the furious wind.
The wind and rain scared me.
I have never seen anything like it.
The sea fell from the sky, and the wind whipped it to the side.
Thick and unquick. 
The garden fence split.

A good calm after the storm. Yesterday was a very pleasant day.
I woke up refreshed. The sky was some blue. Some white. Some grey.
The air was fresh and still.
I walked and walked.
Around the town and down and through. Stepping through the brittle air. Cold and sharp like it should me this time of year. It reminded me of times in Bath.
My first home. 
When walking I made up my mind that I would be ok again. I would feel content once more.
Remembering previous winters where I would sit in a coffee shop, or the back of a pub. Smoke around. Coffee/pint in hand. Wrapped up in warm layers. Sat under heaters. 
Whilst I miss these previous winters when I have had company, I found myself alone yesterday evening.
And I did not wish for anything else.
Soft thoughts of what I need to do.
Jobs. Buys. Socials. Saves.
It was a comfort. 

It is not so bad to be alone. 

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Living with Man

We have done it.
We moved into our pretty little town house on Monday.
A day of stresses and rushed cups of tea.
Perching cars on pavements and cleaning with chapped hands.
Kittens sneaking in the house and jumping around open cars.
Busy. But good.

I am currently sat in the Maritime museum. Taking full advantage of the free entry and free Wifi, thanks to Man and his volunteering.
Able to blog and start the Living project. 

I am still lacking money severely. So apologies for the lack of photographs.
I have already managed to take a good few snaps to go towards my new project. 
(Mainly of made food)
I'm trying to make it as reflective as possible to how I am finding the new house and effectively the new experience of living with one other person under one roof. Someone who isn't part of my family.
Someone I have only really known for a few months.
We have been having fun in our home. Which it is already.
Sorting out our bedrooms, getting them perfect. Kitchens and communal rooms.
My bedroom; light, airy and matching. With a beautiful view. Standard Tash bedroom.
Man's is a mismatch of furniture and a beautifully bodged desk/workstation.
He gets a little bit proud when he talks about it.

At the moment it is mostly Man's possessions in the house. Seeing as I have been living from a few bags and boxes for the last few months, I don't really have anything to contribute to the feel of the house. Come December however, when we make a trip back up to Somerset, I am going to load up my car full of all my pretties. From my old room, my nice kitchen equipments, little nicknacks that have ended up spread around my house in Frome.
Girlify the house a little. Make it mine too.

After that, it will be getting onto Christmas time. Where hopefully me and Man can invite some friends and have a little early Christmas in our new house. Cosify the place with a tree and little lights. Maybe some small gifts under the branches before we head off to our separate families to celebrate.
Hopefully returning to Falmouth laden with leftovers. Bubble and squeak.

All this is at the front of my thoughts and my excitement.
But for now, I am enjoying the ease and simplicity of living with Man.
Flumes on our little decked garden. 
Cold breezes through the kitchen door. 
A view of the town. 
Planned meals and spontaneous drinks.
Movie watching and music listenings.
Coffees. Teas.

All of this is making me incredibly happy.
And to wake up in my own beautifully bright room.
With my own mark surrounding me.
The smell of my newly washed sheets.

I really am home.

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Missing Months

First of all I should probably apologise, again, for the lack of posting.
Even after previous promises.
I lied to you and I am sorry.

There is too much and too little time.

There are big things for me in works. I am moving house tomorrow.
The start of a new. Clean Slate. All that.
It's those eras again.

This calls for a new photography project.
One concentrating on myself. My reactions and details of a new life.
Whilst "Living with Man".

I am moving in with my good friend, 'Man'.
Seeing as I have never lived alone with another person before, I thought it would be eye opening and quite interesting to record the details of a new experience.
Most of the photographs will be of food.
I can tell.
We will get fat together.

There is a downside to this project plan.
Even though I have no money, very kind individuals have sent me a lovely amount of camera film for me to use. As generous and amazing this is of everyone, I still do not have the money for film developing.
So the first images of this project will be a little way away.
I also will not have access to internet at home for the next few weeks. so updates of living and photographing will be sporadic.
Maybe even more so than now...
Though I shall do my best.
It will be a nice excuse to sit and sip in a cafe.

Today is the last packing day.
So perhaps I should get on.

I hope to write again soon.

Keep an eye.