Courtesy of the lovely Bindi, here are five things I’m obsessed with:
1. Reading and writing. As soon as I could read, I wanted to write. The two are caught up in a wonderfully symbiotic relationship – the more I read, the more I want to write; the more I write, the more I seem to read. I love the magic of words. I am obsessed with language, specifically my language, but also the hidden languages that we use to communicate, the undercurrents that cause us to say and not say the things we feel. I love losing myself in someone else’s web of words, and making my own. Words bring me joy, and a way to read and write my world.
2. A certain place on my husband’s neck, where he likes to keep his pheromones. Mmmm, delicious. My children also have gorgeous skin – smooth, warm and kissable. I love their taut bellies and silky necks.
3. Anything flavoured with lemon: yogurt, cake, ice-cream, rice, salad, vegetables, chicken, fish, calamari, hummous. Lemon brings me sunshine in my northern European world.
4. Finding a land to raise my children in that resembles my homeland as closely as possible. I am looking for: long hot summers, big blue skies, short mild winters, equal access to beaches and mountains, barefoot days, barbeques of an evening, local wine, the smell of lemons, minimal commuting, people who smile and are warm. Basically, paradise.
5. After giving the last decade to my family, I am starting to feel a little obsessed with my own growth and nurturing. I feel poised on the brink of a creative and spiritual journey that completely excites me. My youngest will start playgroup in September for three hours, four mornings a week. That’s 12 hours of dedicated ME time a week. Some of that time I will use for work, but some of it I want to reserve for my very own self. Please, if you notice me taking on too much freelance work, reign me in, scold me and remind to share some of that time with Charlotte. She needs it.