Relocating is an enormous hall of mirrors. You’re a tourist and resident, a stranger and a statistic.
It’s four years since spaces were unexpectedly available in an Edinburgh school. I was there at 9am the next day, in the mad last hours of term. At noon my husband found a rental house that allowed pets.
At the last minute, everything aligned. Just two days before, I’d pretty much written the idea off.
I took a photo every day for a year. It kept me hungry for finding silver linings and stories.
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