I’ve been nose-deep in my archives. 2002. 2003. Pre- and post-pregnancy highs and lows. Whining about my ex-ex-job and my ex-ex-colleagues. Family woes. FEELINGS. Too many of those. Mostly sad ones but the occasion happy one jammed in there too. It’s odd; some events are still day-glo bright memories, others are long, long lost in the swirls and whirls of my mind. I complained a lot – some things justifiable, many of them were not.
It’s amazing how simultaneously familiar and alien that Vikki is to the one I live within now.