There’s nothing quite like a 600km round trip with half a dozen Ministry of Sound dance albums to clear your head. Even more so on winding roads in a car with a hair trigger for an accelerator. Driving seems to occupy just enough of the cognitive functions of my brain to allow me to think, but not overthink.

I’m at peace now with keeping the farm for a few years. My emotions about it will catch up with the practicality soon enough… and I’m going to buy a small tractor mower thing, because I think it will be fun to drive around cutting grass while blaring emo music. Maybe I should get in on the goth/farming tiktok thing?