thinking about Arrangements in Blue

from journal 

It made me think about the intimacy of making someone eggs.

It made me think about how much fiction can make you think and then, also, change you.

It made me think that I want love and lots of it.

It made me think of the things that move me - which has previously been a text on the phone of a girl next to me from someone with a heart on their name saying 'have a safe flight'.

Which makes me think about (and happy) when people immediately text someone 'landed' or,  just before takeoff  'thanks for a brilliant weekend'.

Which made me think of the unplaceable relationship of the people behind me on the bus who were having the most pleasant, polite and constant conversation, but one that was between two people that really, really knew each other. 

It made me love living alone amongst my things.

It made me realise that the inbetween-ness of motion makes it difficult to be walking and to be lonely. 

It made me realise how nice I am to myself. 

It made me think how I quietly celebrate things, like when I popped champagne for my 21st alone all happy. 

It made me love my parents and their love