there's only so much quiet you can find in london

my first week in norfolk and taking the name of this newsletter very seriously

as a person who struggles significantly with anxiety and constantly second-guesses herself, i suddenly became ready to make about three huge life decisions all at once:

• i wanted to own a home with my partner.

• i wanted to quit my job.

• i wanted to move away from london.

excluding the excruciating process of buying a house and accidentally hiring the worst solicitors in the world, in a matter of weeks, we packed our bags, quit our jobs and started to call norfolk home.

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on our first night in our new home, i started dreaming before i fell asleep.

we had finally let our bodies rest after all the packing, travelling, unloading and lifting of very heavy boxes (i have bought more books than i thought over the past couple of years…) and we settled onto a thin, temporary mattress on the floor and waited to hear what norfolk had to offer at night.

so far, blissfully, nothing at all. no rattling radiators caused by gigantic trucks speeding down the main road outside our window. no screaming children or slamming doors. no bright lampposts that prevented you from estimating what time of night it was. i could hear nothing but the sound of a slow passing train, its wheels tiptoeing over the tracks, lulling me to sleep. and before my eyes fluttered closed, i saw a single star in the sky, in between the tiny parting of the curtain.

i’ve never slept so well.

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