Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Great North Run


I thought today of moving north. Of moving home.

If am moving, why not go back where my mum and dad are there for me? Where I can help my brother with all his stuff? Home where no one judges you on the kind of car you drive of the kind of job you have. Home where there are no private schools and straw boaters and UberMummies. Home where no-one knows me now. Home where no-one knows him. Home where they take people as they find them.

Home with that smell of home in the very air. Home.

2 comments:

  1. Actually no one judges you on any of those things. Except yourself. And you don't leave yourself behind when you run away. Sorry.

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  2. But no! That's not it at all.

    I couldn't give a fuck about all these things, the spoils, the status symbols. That's my point. They matter to other people, they don't matter to me.

    I'm not trying to run away from myself. I'm running away from someone else.

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