Showing posts from September, 2004

Like a thief in the night.

A thief always comes before dawn. At 6:53 AM this morning, a voice-mail appeared in my box. It was my father-in-law, five thousand miles away in California. His voice trembled unlike anything I had ever heard before as he witheringly requested a return call. I knew in that exact moment, without any further communication, what had happened. Cardiff might as well have been Mars or Wonderland for that matter, because in that moment the world darkened from the dream like state I had been living in the last few days.

There’s a feeling that I can’t quite describe. I had forgot that feeling. That feeling, like, you’re living a life, a reality that you can’t believe is real, even when you’re right in the middle of it. It’s a feeling that makes you fall in love with both yourself and your life. I hadn’t felt it in almost two years since leaving Europe. Considering I’ve written extensively on this phenomenon before, the Cinderella Complex, a feeling of being transported somewhere magical, often…