I’m still thinking about places and feelings. In the storage room of my memory, the files are organized by place. When I write, my narratives are always born from a place. You might remember this essay I wrote about Seville. I loooove this Dorothy Allison essay about place.
Jenna texted me that she’s kind of enjoying the early dark. I am too. Clocks turned back and now we have string lights up at the farmer’s market on Tuesdays. I remember the canopy of fairy lights that hung above Market Square in St Andrews, right outside my window. If Scotland is a feeling, it’s the euphoria of Frazer’s Easter biscuits after he had given them up for Lent. For me, Scotland is a whole tangled mess of feelings.
Tell me about your places and your feelings. Or just your places: your childhood bedroom, your favorite dive bar, the little French town that you had the best baguette of your life or the street corner where you had your heart shattered.
For an upcoming newsletter, I’d love if you could tell me about your 29th year.
If you have already turned 29, great! Tell me about your milestones, memories, whatever comes to mind. What defined that year for you?
Not there yet? Oh to be young! Tell me what the idea of a 29th year means to you: the last year of your twenties? An approaching deadline? Go out with a bang? Thanks, always.
Bonus Scotland as a feeling content:
