Another Autumn and another new city. This time it’s with with Xavier and it feels… hard.
I’ve been quiet for a long time, almost a whole year: new jobs, new homes and new expectations have rolled by. The leaves are turning already and the sun is dipping lower every evening. I have that gentle autumn feeling again, it feels glowy and warm, but as ominous as it always feels for me.
This autumn I’m carrying Xavier (and myself). So although it feels heavier, it’s a different kind of weight. My partner’s baggage isn’t just heavy, it’s slippery, impossible to cling onto. One moment I think I have it firmly on my shoulders and the next it’s slipped down my back and it’s slithering away from me. It’s taken Xiaver a long time to recognise he has a problem, but the problem has a habit of slipping right back into place.
So, I’m going to watch the leaves change, as I do every year, and as they drop I will think of Saffron. The Saffron that wandered amongst the changing trees and wrote these entries 3 years ago never believed I would get here. If Saffron could outstand the hurricane that forced its way through her, then I surely can carry this weight.
– Saffron