We're just like family, more than friends, we have our ups and downs, sometimes messing with our heads but always next to each other in difficult situations. Yeah, actually just a bunch of girls who did not know each other, and who learnt how to live together, create a beautiful space, how to feel at home, learning about life. We're living / leaving in a pretty nice flat, in the heart of an artistic place. We're at Kerridge Court Estate, and we know all our neighbours.
We live together in a world where people forget to know their neighbours and flatmates. But we actually care. Helping each other between neighbours, borrowing a walking stick from 74 and helping 72 to walk up the stairs with the food shopping. Opening the door to someone while someone else is looking after someone else's kids.
Looking at the bright rain and wind from the window of the living room, and once a month, at this majestic full moon.
Not being able to look at the screen because the rays are too bright, and going on the balcony putting the music up, hoping for speakers, while reading a book. Cleaning and getting annoyed because the others don't, and the month after, the others getting annoyed because the cleaning is not done. Reminding each other to wear warm clothes when it's cold, but advising each other to wear sandals for summer.
Filling the living room with books and the kitchen with recipes of love. Arguments that come to an end because it's just an argument anyway. Being annoyed because someone is talking aloud early in the morning or in the middle of the night, getting up, closing the doors, but then it's all forgotten. We all do it anyway.
Breaking and fixing stuff all around the house, borrowing each other's clothes, books, dvds and everything.
Listenning to the violent wind. The one that changes everything.
The beauty of Kerridge Court.
And from one day to another, you've got to leave all this life you've created, all this living space that you managed to create and give a shape to.
All the neighbours, the shops, the coffee shops, print shops, garden, the guys from the stations (who are always putting back my money on the oyster card because I am stupid), the people I know giving discount to me and also my friends, this place I go to in order to loose my self, these venues where I do not need to pay nor to show the ID I have never showed, the chips shop and these sidewalks.
I cannot leave Dalston, but I cannot stay neither.
Giving thanks for these almost 3 years of experience and life.
Gving thanks for showing me hope.
Giving thanks for giving me this opportunity of creating my own environement.