Derelict Life Fragments

This is a story about abandoning ship…

I went down to Bournemouth to decide what was worth saving from my old life, which I had hurriedly left behind in an attempt to move on and start again back in London.

These are some of the photos I took. I’m not going to write much.

The stuff was mostly in cupboards, under the stairs or in megashed. I didn’t have time to go up in the attic. I must have literally spent less than an hour quickly snapping before I had to get out, and not get dragged back into the past (ha ha! Not really winning, I know).

Here’s everything that made it to London in the car:

And here’s what I brought on the train, when I first ran away:

And here’s everything I salvaged put into storage:

That’s it, a life dismantled. The contents of a 3-bedroom house, attic and megashed, refined down and locked away in a rented cupboard.

This is a blog post with pictures of my house taken in the daytime, for your interest: https://manicgrant.com/2015/stress-test

It’s only stuff, but words fail me for some reason. Perhaps because I have never since quite managed to get all the same pieces at the same time ever again: the friends & family, the girl, the hobby, the job, the house, the car and the stuff.

Tags: #divorce #london