I’ve spent my summer so far in Liverpool, staying at my dad’s doing freelance work. Now, my dad lives in a big house. It used to be full of life when my three sisters lived here. Those days there were always guests staying as well. You never knew who you’d end up hanging out with when you got here. Nowadays, the three sisters have moved out, and dad and his wife work late. I never realised how big the house was..
So, life in Liverpool has been largely quiet. Lots of time for contemplation. Working, walking the dog, feeding the cat, and the occasional beer, these were the routines. As my stay in the city of football and the Beatles is drawing to a close, I’ve been spending lots of time thinking ahead. Writing long e-mails to people asking stupid questions, that sort of thing. My near future will most likely involve Arabic as well as drawing, that’s all I can say for now. All in all, my summer in Liverpool had its intended effect. I know a little bit better what I want, and I’m prepared to move on. I’d lie if I said I’m not homesick..
