The world is mad. How can I have been in London yesterday morning, and be in Paris by early dusk? It's surreal and oddly enough makes me feel even further away from my family. It's as though I'm so close to them yet so very far. I can't believe my luck in how wonderful my family is. How did I, in such a turn of incredible circumstance and sheer luck, end up with such complete unquestioning love at my fingertips? I appreciate this love more than I have done for such a long time.
But for now, whilst my mother cannot hold me in her arms, I'll just be comforted by aubergine and potato soup, tofu spiralized Mexican salad and books.
I love you.