My Year Of Wonders
There's a bible story about Pharaoh dreaming of Egypt having seven bad years, and then seven good years. Sometimes it felt as if my seven bad years started at 2018: a sudden divorce, sudden plunge into zero financial means, an understandable congruent depression, migration to a far cheaper country for financial reasons, 2021-2022 were great but then that tropical infection happened and two years in and out of hospitals and so leaving the life I built abroad and migrating back, losing my beloved best friend, then failing to say no so ending up moving in with an abusive person and having to run away. As my cynic friend said, the author overdid it with drilling the point on this story; the bad luck of it looked like a parody. In July 2024 I was living alone in a tiny, sweet apartment in the cheapest big city in this country, holding my own and being, again, depressed - a light version of post traumatic after the months in the hospital and the abusive roommate thing. I was doing what I...