Bright Spots | Week Twenty-Six

I haven’t felt much like writing about ordinary life since last Friday, when I was woken in the middle of the night by the radio we had left whistling, as the cheers of Brexit supporters and Farage’s self-satisfied drone interrupted my already broken dreams. For several days after, life felt anything but ordinary. And yet, as always, it continues. Identities have been abraded, the hopes of millions crushed, and yet I can’t help thinking – almost half of this country voted for this. Nobody can say what the future holds but if it is a divorce with the union, a return to isolationism, if it is Theresa May (who may look stately, given the chaos right now, but who is also vehemently anti-immigration and has in the past placed an economic value on love), then I do not see my future in this country. God knows where will take us, in that instance, but I know that I no longer wish to buy property, raise children or dedicate my life to a country and a government that has again shown its true colours in recent weeks. Yet life goes on: the tubes are full as ever, migrants (who contribute so much) are still here, and the Polish cultural centre in my borough that was vandalised last week still stands, now with a carpet of consolatory blooms beyond its welcoming doors. We still go to work and buy milk from the corner shop and read The Guardian, because it’s the only paper that seems to understand, and smile about trivial things. Despite the fact that, at its core, life feels very different and the future an unknown land. So, bright spots – after too many a week in absentia. Bright spots of the quotidian, that still – in spite of everything – are making me smile.

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+ street parties, hen parties, leaving-work parties
+ blousy peonies, spread in jars about the flat
+ the tomato plant, reaching for the sky
+ friendships blossoming
+ my grandparents’ garden
+ a delicious, impromptu dinner: butternut squash noodles, fried aubergine, halloumi and mint-laced peas
+ a Saturday in Cambridge with my dearest, oldest friends
+ deep conversations in the car – there’s something about driving that fosters it, isn’t there?
+ long soothing swims
+ a Thursday night feast with two dear old friends
+ a new job, that is more than I ever hoped for
+ and the updated commute that accompanies it – a walk through the park to begin every morning

What are you grateful for?