A holiday and a pandemic later
I rented my apartment to a murderer
with my three cats
Who knew I left to loose
I sow flower seeds
Then the border opened
And it all seemed to be possible again
Asked my mother to look after
Also the cats
I did not pack my favourite underwear
Bought a new bikini
Sunscreen was expired too
I didn’t return for winter
My mother sent me pictures of the flowers blooming
I sent her pictures of my new house
My new cat
Not of my new boyfriend
Yet
Who knew I will give that murderer a second chance
Why do some flowers bloom out of season
How can there be a wrong time to bloom
Maybe it’s the wrong world they have been placed in
The black cat looked at me taunting when I closed the door behind me
My backpack felt light
And I was excited
Most of all to leave
To arrive somewhere else
Where things will be different
I remember there was this voice
That voice we hear when we are not ready to listen
We stick to the plan
We follow our feelings
Some weeks after I will ask “Why I don’t follow my feeling”
I did!
How does everyone always seem to know which feeling to listen to
How to feel at all!
The first messages were with broken hearts and crying emojis
Then burning hearts
After a while it stopped
The bikini felt tight now
Uncomfortable with that much skin around
The screw top of the sunscreen was full of sand
And nearly empty
“Where I go there will be no sunshine” I comforted myself
And left
Everything
The lockdown made it easier not to regret
“Act of nature beyond control. A blow of fate.”
So, I believed
And with fate returned hope
After some months
A flight and a pandemic later
I rented my apartment to a murderer
with my three cats
It’s 2021
And the world is still the same
And I am at the right time
(for you)