I stumbled into the garage looking for a container and found my baby store…cot, car seat, stroller, bath…is this my nursery? Shouldn’t I have a room, any be thinking of collages for the wall, or finding a comfy rocking chair?

My thoughts fly back to Harare and 2300 Jackson Street and actually more and more the realisation that that is all in the past. I have to build again. One day I will return to no 35 but it will not be for a long time and definitely not the night I bring baby home. So, where, oh where, will I bring my baby home to that wonderful day? It can’t be the garage at here. It can’t even be my one room. It can’t be this house. My poor roommates, ha, that is not what they are signing up for in a housemate.

I suppose I am like everything in this journey getting ahead of myself. I only have a few follicles at this point, not a baby in sight.

I will shut the garage door.